She pulled away from his lips, squinting as she examined the man before her.
At this moment, Mark Duncan, pinned beneath her, had lost his initial calm demeanor…
On his forehead, a layer of fine sweat had formed, and at the temple area, veins could be faintly seen exposed…
Although there wasn't much expression on his face, these little details betrayed his emotions.
"Mark Duncan, till now, you're still unwilling to tell me what really happened three years ago? And what was that gunshot at school about?" She took a breath and then asked.
After speaking, she couldn't help but look down at his left hand wearing black gloves.
The scar on his hand, could it be… left from back then?
"…" He still didn't speak, not intending to tell her the truth.
Seeing him remain silent, Stella Noah Jackson's eyes filled with anger.
She gritted her teeth and continued to lower her head.
This time, the target was not his lips… but…
The area of his neck…
