How could she not be afraid? A person who once almost killed her whole family, who easily destroyed everything she had ever owned. What could she feel towards this man other than hatred?
She was terrified of him.
She feared that the only little bit of her life that remained would be destroyed by him.
Her compliance and careful flattery were all because she was afraid of him.
Now that she could finally break free, she didn't want to have even the slightest connection with him, even if it meant her death.
Norris Moore's face looked terrible. Facing the handsome man in front of her at close range, she clenched the cell phone in her hand.
Perhaps she should really call the police.
The man's face was full of playful laughter. He raised his hand and touched her pursed lips, looking at her tense expression, his eyes deepening, "Miss Moore, are you scared of me?"
Yes.
She should be scared.
