There was a mysterious power inside her - had someone cast a spell on her, or...?
With questions clouding his thoughts, today he would confirm it once more ...
However, the fishy smell emanating from her body, soaked in seawater, was irritating to the nose. But at this moment, he held her in his arms unbothered, refusing to let go.
Tara Summer's face was flushed red, nearly on the brink of oxygen deprivation, her chest felt tight. Her lips, her body, she had always thought she should save for the one she loved the most, and that person was Brother George.
She wanted to marry him, give herself to him without reservation, so why had it all changed?
What right did this man have to treat her like this?! How dared he?!
A sour scent filled her nostrils and her eyes turned red on the verge of tears. She struggled like a madwoman, her voice escaping through their clamped lips and teeth: "Let go of me! ….Let go!"
