The phone no longer carried her voice, only suppressed breathing.
Avery Jane's complexion was nearly pale, her teeth clamped tight like clam shells, trembling slightly.
"Where on earth are you?" The man's low tone was tinged with evident anger.
Joshua Hughes's entire heart felt like a volcano about to erupt.
Even if Lucas Yates was already dead, he didn't want Avery to spend another second with him.
He pictured the first time he saw her, that night the gentle breeze caressed her as she moved gracefully, standing before his tombstone, tracing the name with her fingers and softly speaking.
He had never seen her dressed up seriously, except on that night, her beautiful long dress made her look like a celestial fairy descending to earth.
Women beautify themselves for their beloved, but she never dressed up for him; yet for a dead man, she wore her most beautiful attire, which showed the status Lucas Yates held in her heart.
