"Your hand is bleeding." Wayne Bailey's cold voice rang out.
Anna Jadwin paused, a cut on her snow-white arm.
It was from when she threw the vase, and the shattered fragments cut her hand...
Bright red blood dripped onto her skirt, staining a few feathers red.
He took out a golden silk handkerchief and tied a knot around her slender wrist.
He threw her over his shoulder, ignoring the astonished gazes at the Red Wine Club, and carried her out.
Her multilayered skirt fluffed out like a feather umbrella, and Anna Jadwin screamed, "Put me down! What gives you the right to grab me?"
Wayne Bailey sneered non-stop, because... she looked very much like his wife.
...
The Bentley car drove towards The Baileys' Manor...
Wayne Bailey raised his lips playfully, "Ms. Sullivan, you look familiar."
Anna Jadwin feigned composure, "You must be mistaken, I have an ordinary face..."
"Such a beautiful ordinary face must be rare!"
