"I won't let Clara Sanders go." Collins Aiden's voice was very light, like a casual remark, but it was chilling.
"..." Ella Jackson was slightly stunned, looking up at him.
As if doubting whether the words she had just heard were really spoken by him.
"Does your hand still hurt?" Collins Aiden tenderly embraced her, looking down at her hand that had the gauze removed, the newly-formed scab on it glaringly noticeable.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, Collins Aiden. The director and Mr. Sherman are here, can you let go of me first?" Ella Jackson glanced at Evelyn Sherman behind them, who had already started covering their smile with a water cup, feeling shy as she tried to escape from Collins Aiden's arms.
"Girlfriend...can be hugged." Collins Aiden not only didn't let go but also hugged her even tighter.
Were it not for his negligence, she wouldn't have been hurt.
Remembering that day's scene, Collins Aiden was still shaken and didn't want her to be even an inch away from him.
