"You're soaked through."
Calvin Ramos's voice turned suddenly tender, a gentleness that seemed to thaw even ice, softly sliding across, reaching into people's hearts.
However, Flossie Wright's heart was turning colder inch by inch.
She had just raised her other hand, and that wrist was also grabbed by him.
She felt as heavy as lead, unable to move or fight back, her emotions churning with anger. Her gaze, sharp as a knife, cut through the air with lethal intent.
From a certain angle, they even seemed to be caught in an intimate embrace.
The rain began to fall harder, Becca Reyes stopped in surprise ten meters away, holding an umbrella. She stood there, rooted to the spot, the sight of them locked in each other's arms taking her by surprise.
This sight was like a needle, piercing through her heart, lodged deep within.
It hurt too much.
The hand holding the umbrella handle tightened, to the point her knuckles turned white.
