"Stop."
If she didn't listen, he would lose his temper again.
The consequences of his losing his temper were very serious.
Did she want to be thoroughly and intensely dealt with? The kind where XXX, then XXX, and finally XXX type of handling? Hmm?
Eva Nightingale wasn't going to listen to him; she was determined to escape because this Dark Lord was terrifying!
Being with him, she feared he might drive her to madness.
She walked along a wooden bridge over the pink misty grass, confirming he hadn't followed before she found a place to sit quietly.
"Silly Eva."
His voice came coldly again.
Before she could react, he embraced her and pushed her onto the soft grass.
What was he trying to do?
How did he catch up?
"Um... Mr. President, don't..."
"I beg you, don't..."
Hmm? What's wrong with hugging her? Did she have to be so pitiful?
He wouldn't go as far as to do such a thing to her.
He didn't let her go.
