Eva Nightingale was so scared by him that tears streamed down her face!
He relentlessly pressed down, his large hands violently tearing her expensive dress apart.
His movements were extremely rough, stripping her bare in just a few moments.
Eva Nightingale was frightened, her face pale...
"Wear mine." His voice was very low, his emotions on the edge of fury.
He quickly took off his coat and white shirt, directly wrapping it around her.
Only then did he say, "Be good... I shouldn't have scared you."
She originally thought he had torn her clothes to do that kind of thing to her, but who knew he simply didn't like the look of her dress, tore it, threw it away, and then dressed her in his!
No, why are his clothes wet?
She wiped away her tears, looked down, and found a large wet patch on his clothes...
A large patch...
It had the smell of blood!
Before she could react, the man embraced her, somehow pressing a point on her, making her sleep quietly in his arms.
