She is still her.
It's the smell he's familiar with.
Although her words pierce his heart, he has long lost control, and this familiar smell has robbed him of all reason...
"Pain, do you know pain now?" Do you know how much pain I felt when you miscarried our child, the pain for the child, and the pain for you? Saying this, he took off his tie.
Is he going to tie her up? "Gem Atkinson, what…what are you doing? Don't mess around. Otherwise, you'll regret it."
Seeing the fear in her eyes, the man sneered: "What, are you scared? I already regretted it. I regret that I didn't tie you up five years ago. If I had tied you up, the child wouldn't be gone because of your reckless behavior."
As he spoke, the man threw his tie away.
In that split second, she hesitated not to grab his injured shoulder.
With a hiss, the man's bandaged wound was torn open by her, revealing a trace of blood.
And again, she escaped his control.
