"He brought you something, then what? Did something that required locking the door?" Atlas Hallow's tall and strong body blocked all the light in front of her; bringing something over required locking the door?
The luxurious suit made him look exceptionally elegant, yet it couldn't hide the chill emanating from his entire body, a coldness so penetrating.
His eyes, like the fierce eyes of a wolf in the night, stared at her unblinkingly, his sharp thin lips saying words that seemed to cut a person.
This woman belonged to him; no one else was allowed to touch her, not even to look at her more than once. This notion was deeply rooted and unmovable in his mind.
Such suspicion was like thousands of venomous insects with sharp teeth crazily gnawing at his heart in pain.
