Daniel Marshall's brows were tightly furrowed.
His deep eyes also squinted, a field of crimson involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
Five years ago, Charmy Bennett fell in a pool of blood, and no matter how he called out, she never opened her eyes again.
He watched helplessly as she died right before his eyes.
As painful emotions spread within his heart, Daniel picked up his cigarette case, carelessly chose a cigarette, placed it in his mouth, lit it, and began to smoke.
Even though Bella had been asked to leave by the executive secretary, Daniel kept replaying her words in his mind, his brow furrowing further as if tied in knots.
Would no woman who got involved with him meet a good end?
Unconsciously, Daniel's heart tightened.
He couldn't get rid of the blaring sight of that pool of blood.
Parting his sensual lips slightly, he exhaled rings of smoke. The swirling wisps of white smoke ascended and dissipated, mirroring Daniel's own mood - rising, falling...
