Wayne Bailey smirked, his eyes filled with wild and cold flames as he stared at her.
She threw herself into Maxwell Cameron's arms without hesitation, as if she had shot him through the heart...
He felt numb and emotionless at the muzzle of his right-arm gun.
For the first time, he tasted the bitterness of heartache. Loving someone turned out to be so painful.
His craziness made even himself unrecognizable.
"Doctor--" she yelled for the servant after realizing the situation.
Seeing her panic-stricken eyes, his pain seemed more bearable.
So, she could panic, too? Or was she just afraid of him dying in front of her?
As the servant was about to get medical personnel, a gunshot sounded near his feet, scaring him senseless.
Wayne Bailey was holding the gun, smoke billowing from the muzzle...
"Whoever dares to move, dies!"
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Not only am I crazy, but I also want to die." Wayne wanted to grip her jaw and devour her savagely.
