In her mind, memories of that night surfaced.
Atop that man, she smelled a very pleasant mint scent...
When he first held her, he was so gentle, not at all like a wicked person. but later...
Ella Jackson's entire bloodstream seemed to have frozen.
Thinking back to every scene she had been with Collins Aiden, every touch, that indescribable sense of familiarity and the resistance surging from the bottom of her heart.
Every time, his kisses, his touch, filled her with fear.
She had always thought it was the shadow left by that incident that she couldn't forget, but never did she think it was the familiar feeling from him that constantly stimulated her memory.
Collins Aiden...
How could it be Collins Aiden...
Shock and fear bloomed, bit by bit, in Ella Jackson's dark pupils, as her slender body incessantly retreated backward.
Her whole body began to tremble violently.
