"Where did you get this necklace?"
Aidan Lucas suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbing Hannah Ford's wrist fiercely.
"Ouch...Ethan, you're hurting me." Hannah's eyes became red, and she looked at Aidan Lucas with grievance. "My grandmother found this necklace for me... You know, I've been looking for it all along."
If she blamed the Scott family, Aidan Lucas would have no way to investigate further.
Hearing Hannah's response, Aidan Lucas's eyes instantly darkened.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions deep within his heart.
Originally, to him, Hannah was just a woman who constantly consumed his favor and courted danger.
He even thought that Hannah might not be the little angel from back then.
But now...
Aidan Lucas's deep eyes fell on the citrine necklace on Hannah's chest.
Under the dazzling light, the exquisitely crafted crystal necklace emitted a brilliant glow.
Memories were inadvertently brought to the surface.
His former salvation, his longing.
