Sandra lay paralyzed in bed, behind her was the man's burning chest.
She panted weakly,
As she just tried to move out, the man's big palm immediately hooked her back.
Sandra reached out to pry him open, but Antony held her tighter.
"Don't move."
Sandra's hand stiffened on Antony's wrist.
Don't move?
Alright, she wouldn't move then!
Even if she didn't move now, she would leave sooner or later.
That night, Christopher Robinson's troops left the social scene and rushed to the location Amelia Cobb had mentioned.
Perhaps it was because Amelia rarely acted coy with him, especially in public. Christopher had never experienced this feeling before, so for just today, no matter where he was, as long as Amelia needed him, he wished he could fly to her instantly.
As for Amelia?
She stood at the entrance of the County Clerk's Office, carrying her bag and walking to the nearby newsstand to buy a bottle of mineral water.
Standing by the roadside, she drank intermittently.
