Amanda Smith touched her collarbone, and as if remembering something, she quickly rose to her feet and hurried into the bathroom, flicking on the light. Her face reflected in the mirror, as did the scene on her neck.
She even felt as though she could find teeth marks left by that person on her skin.
Is he a dog or something?
She tightened the collar of her top, grumbling silently.
Outside the door, Evan Willow's expression remained serious. Amanda sat in the chair and coughed lightly, "It's not a big deal. Yesterday, someone probably mistook me for his girlfriend."
Evan Willow frowned deeply, looking intently at Amanda. He had always been concerned about her personal safety, but he couldn't interfere too much with her activities, which troubled him.
"Amanda," he sighed softly and said quietly, "Do you realize how serious what you just mentioned is? If that person hadn't backed off last night, then you now..."
