"Darling."
A lazy, magnetic voice came from behind.
Eva Nightingale was still staring in the direction where Edward White had left, lost in thought, when a pair of large hands forcefully pulled her into an embrace.
Her fair face directly collided with a solid wall of muscle.
"Go back."
The man uttered just two cold and sharp words, commanding with an overbearing authority, allowing no room for negotiation.
As he finished speaking.
His large hand scooped her up directly, preparing to return to the room.
Eva Nightingale hadn't found Ella White yet, how could she just go back without a care? If it hadn't been for Ella White that night, she might have...
"Honey, Ella's missing!"
She spoke up, her tone hiding a hint of pleading. Yes, Ella had risked everything to save her that night, and that's why her mind got messed up.
How could Eva Nightingale just ignore it?
"Don't worry."
