Jackson stormed out of the club, holding tightly to Halia's wrist. The front of the club faced the beautiful Houhai lake, which was what the area was named after, and it looked stunning at night.
"Jackson, let go," Halia cried as the man continued dragging her forward. But, he did not let go until they could no longer hear the noise from the club.
Finally he stopped beside a willow tree next to the lake.
The wispy branches of the willow tree moved with the early spring breeze and the clear night sky was lit by a crescent moon. The weather was still a little cold as spring had just started, so Halia began to shiver a little in her cropped top and short jeans.
Jackson looked a little annoyed, but he still removed his coat and gave it to Halia. "What are you doing here?" he asked, trying his best to not sound angry. After all, what right did he have to be angry?
