His entire aura was sharp and cold.
Eva Nightingale felt it was a bit unfamiliar.
She didn't know what had angered this man.
He stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly gripped her head with his large hand and locked her slender waist with the other, and just like that, seized her lips.
It had only been since the morning until now.
He hadn't spoken to her.
But it felt like he hadn't seen her in a century!
What was this charity gala for, if not an excuse he'd found to admit he wanted to see her!
As if there were any other women?
There was no one else but her.
Yet, seeing her so intimately with Sebastian Yansford just now, his possessiveness only grew stronger, so strong that... he had thoughts of destruction!
He wanted...
To imprison her.
To forcibly erase her memory.
To make her never remember Sebastian Yansford again!
His lips fiercely rubbed against hers, domineering like a wild beast, cherishing her as if it were the world's end in the next second!
