Jasmine watched Liam's sleeping face. He looked a little bit pale and exhausted, and even though all the dangerous signs that he showed earlier had disappeared and he looked a little bit calm now, Jasmine would never forget what he had done to her.
She hated this man, but for some reason, she couldn't find peace in hating him. There would always be this nagging feeling within her, which she thought was the mate bond. It seemed the bond had not yet completely shattered like how both of them had thought…
Slowly, Jasmine freed herself from Liam's arms, he was the last person that she wanted to be with right now. She felt dirty and wanted to wash her body, although she barely had any strength left.
Jasmine grimaced when she put away Liam's arms from her and then moved her body, so she could get out of the bed.
