"You are here."
The rich voice intermingled with intoxicating gentleness, deliberately slow, like a well-aged wine, creating indescribable ripples in the heart.
Flossie Wright, who was suddenly pulled into his arms, first secured the hot water bottle in her hand before furrowing her brow and attempting to break free. Upon hearing his gentle voice out of nowhere, she was somewhat surprised.
Has this bastard taken something?
However, it was only when she heard the sharp intake of breath next to her that her thoughts connected, and she suddenly understood.
So, even if she simply crosses the road, could she be dragged over as a human shield?
Perhaps sensing her reluctance, the arm around her tightened unexpectedly, a clear warning. Flossie made a slight movement, but soon realized she was trapped as firmly as if in iron shackles, leaving her with no room to resist.
