"Let go of me..." Anna Jadwin struggled, her body weak and powerless.
Before she fell unconscious, she heard the sounds of fighting and a man's painful cry—
Anna Jadwin was caught in a strong arm, that familiar scent, even in her dreams, she would not mistake it!
Wayne Bailey...
The Dark Emperor of the Night-like man, in a few steps, trampled down the man who had stained Anna Jadwin under his feet.
Looking at the woman in his arms, like a kitten, he almost spat out blood.
Such a foolish woman, without any ability to protect or defend herself, dared to enter a bar?
He carried her horizontally in his arms.
A few men who had kneeled on the ground were beaten up again by Wilfred, who had come in with bodyguards, and then thrown out.
Anna Jadwin had inhaled the intoxicating scent, her cheeks flushed red. Sensing Wayne Bailey's scent, she instinctively leaned towards his chest.
Her small hand gripped at his clothes, her red lips slightly open, full of temptation.
