She was never his possession, never has been.
And today, she'd rather die than be his caged canary any longer.
Tristan Lowell laughed more brazenly, leaning over to try to force his way.
"Be good, and you'll truly be my woman from now on."
"So beautiful... your face, your figure, you were born to be mine."
But just as he reached out.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The air suddenly turned heavy, even Cora Lowell's held breath seemed to halt for a second.
"Swish!"
A sharp sound sliced through the deathly silence.
The heavy curtains were unexpectedly lifted at one corner.
The curtains shook violently, making a "whoosh" sound as they flapped.
A series of urgent, shrill cat cries came from outside the window.
"Meow—ow!"
Immediately followed by a second, and third cry.
Tristan Lowell's actions paused, his brow furrowed dramatically.
"Where did this stray cat come from?"
He shouted angrily.
Cora looked over.
She raised her gaze with difficulty.
