It was as if Julius Shaw had been bewitched by a siren, moving closer and closer.
She was his.
He wanted to keep her by his side forever; no one could take her away.
The darkness in Julius Shaw's eyes grew deeper, and Nancy Allen let out a muffled groan.
Julius Shaw suddenly regained his senses, releasing his hand as if scalded; her wrist now bore a patch of bruises.
He had hurt her again.
He couldn't control his errors at all.
Nancy's current body was like a fragile porcelain doll, easily broken.
Julius Shaw pushed Nancy aside and got up to flee.
But Nancy grabbed Godfery Shaw's hand firmly, resolutely saying, "Don't go!"
Because of successive speech, the wound in her throat that had been torn started bleeding again, seeping from the corner of her mouth.
Julius Shaw was truly panicked.
He wanted to shake off Nancy and run away quickly, fearing he'd hurt her again.
Yet, the situation was such that her refusal meant his escape would also hurt her.
