But she never expected to find herself trapped in such a desperate situation again.
She had no idea how much time had passed.
The irritating restlessness ceased.
Oscar Moreland's face was deeply buried in her neck, his chest tightly pressed against her back, his fierce heartbeat pounding on her back like a hammer.
Oscar Moreland gasped for air, quietly asking Sophia Wilson by her ear, "If I don't mind, can we go back to how things were before?"
The man's tone was pleading, even carrying a hint of sadness.
He never dared to have too many demands for her, as long as she was by his side. He didn't mind if she was cold as ice, nor did he care if she was thinking of another man.
"In your dreams." Sophia Wilson slowly closed her eyes, her voice void of any emotion, her lips curling up into a curve filled with ruthlessness and indifference, "Never in this lifetime."
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
In the hospital room.
