She had no idea how long it would take to let him go.
Bach sneered coldly and raised his head to finish the red wine in his glass. He placed the glass to the side.
"Go back? Will you really go back?"
"Kathleen, if I leave you here, will you really go back?"
"You just want to be with John. The person you love is still him, right?"
"Four years ago, he brought so much pain to you. Why can't you forget him? Why?"
He almost roared at the end of his sentence. He was a completely different person from his usual calm self.
Kathleen turned around to look at him. However, before she could say anything, she was pulled into Bach's embrace.
In the next second, her lips were covered with a layer of coldness.
Bach kissed her furiously. Both of his hands hugged her tightly as if he wanted to vent out all the dissatisfaction in his heart from the past few days.
