Isadora's gaze darted between the vase and the stalking Alexander. If he took another step forward, she vowed to smash the vase on his head. She looked at his eyes and all she could see was an emotionless Alexander with the intent to kill. Was he really going to kill her? The Alexander she knew would never do that!
Alexander closed his eyes tightly as if he was trying to fight something. He didn't know why this happened to him suddenly. He had come to learn that his head would hurt whenever he tried to remember something. But why did he behave this way right now? He had never lost his self-control. And this woman, who exactly was she that affected him this much?
Damn! He clenched his fists tightly. He was clearly losing it here. If no one would stop him, he could do something regrettable. His breaths now came out in shallow pants and his eyes turned redder.
