After Quiana Sutton hung up the phone, just as she was about to slip it into her pocket, Durrell Landon suddenly embraced her from behind.
Though not forceful, it was an undeniably confining posture.
He bent down slightly, his lips close to her ear, whispering like a lover, yet also like a devil, tempting her into an inescapable fate.
"I'll prove it to you."
Then make her willingly stay by his side for the rest of her life, never to escape again.
...
Imperial View Manor.
Wrapped in a towel, Quiana Sutton walked barefoot on the cold floor out of the bathroom. The curtains swayed gently in the breeze, and the moonlight outside poured in, casting a silver, chilly glow in the room despite the orange light.
She sat on the balcony, allowing the night wind to chill her body, as if only then she could be more awake.
At that moment, her phone rang again.
She picked it up and glanced at the caller ID, a flash of disgust in her eyes, and tossed the phone aside, ignoring it.
