"What do you want?" Brian's staring made Diana feel like a rabbit being eyed up by a wolf. She felt a strong urge to run away from him.
But she was caught firmly in Brian's arms and couldn't move. The only thing she could do was stare at him.
Looking down at Diana's half-open mouth and wet lips, Brian felt hot.
"Brian William! Let me go!" Diana struggled and shouted, "Where did you throw my stuff?"
Brian was lowering his head toward Diana. Hearing what she said, he stopped his movements and gazed at Diana, his dark eyes filled with complicated emotions. And then he seemed to remind himself of something and replied sarcastically, "I threw them in the rubbish tip over by North Street Station. Do you still want them?"
Diana was shocked and scolded him, "You asshole! Those were my personal belongings! You had no right to throw them away!"
