Then, a cold warning echoed in her ear, "Without my permission, you are not allowed to die."
His breath was heavy and thick.
It sounded painful.
Yvonne Young pried away Spencer Sullivan's hand and got up. With his back against the roadside curb, he lay down with his head tilted back, one leg bent at the knee, and both hands spread out.
His originally panting breath gradually calmed down.
It seemed as if he had let out a sigh of relief...
His face was pale, without a trace of blood, and a layer of tiny sweat beads formed on his forehead.
Only then did Yvonne realize that Spencer hadn't landed a light fall when he cushioned her just now.
She remained unmoved, looking at him with cold, downcast eyes. "The biggest regret of my life is marrying you."
Once, the happiest thing to happen to her was marrying Spencer Sullivan.
Now, her biggest regret was still marrying Spencer Sullivan.
