Stung by Eva's message, Daniel Evans, in a moment of clouded judgment, unleashed a barrage of impolite words. Later, in the quiet of his home, he pondered his relationship with Grace Jones. He realized his feelings for her had transcended his first intentions, he had truly fallen in love with her.
As night fell, moonlight bathed the quiet streets, casting a serene and mysterious glow.
Grace walked home alone, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and unease. She did not know how to face Daniel, his actions frightened her, yet, inexplicably, there was a flutter in her heart.
Suddenly, a black luxury sedan pulled up in front of her. The door opened, and Daniel stepped out. He looked at her, his eyes filled with resolve and determination.
"Grace, I know my previous behavior might have troubled you deeply," he said. "But I hope you can understand that my feelings for you are genuine. I am willing to do anything for you if only you accept me."
Grace looked at him, her emotions a complex tapestry. She knew Daniel to be domineering and confident, a man whose world acknowledged only victory, never defeated. Yet, his affection for her was so sincere, so profound. It both surprised and touched her.
"Mr. Evans..." she began, but her words differed in her throat.
"Grace." Daniel Evans interrupted. "I know you need time to think. I will wait for you, no matter how long it takes."
With that, he turned and got back into the car, leaving her standing alone under the moonlight. She watched his retreating figure, her heart filled with both doubt and anticipation.
Grace Jones stood alone in the street, staring at the back of Daniel as he left, a great wave of confusion rippling through her. She had never imagined that the man who had always teased, harassed and pestered her had harbored such passionate and heartfelt feelings.
Daniel's confession was like a heavy blow to her, and she was instantly lost in a complexity she had never known before.
She couldn't help but start to recall all the moments she spent with Daniel Evans, from the unfamiliarity at the beginning, to the disgust and antipathy later, to the inexplicable heartfelt feelings, all made her fall into a never-before-experienced confusion.
She subconsciously clenched her fists and stepped away through clenched teeth, determined to think things through. She realized that this was a big decision in her life, and she had to think twice before she made it.
Back at the house, she changed into her loungewear, sat cross-legged on the sofa and began to ponder.
"Should I continue to resist him and maintain my stable life, or should I accept his feelings and step into a completely new and uncharted territory?" The dilemma that had plagued she for a long while.
As she thought about it, she was once again at a loss for words. The horrific scene of Eva being devoured by a creepy creature comes to mind, and she fears the worst for Eva Hudson.
At the same time, she remembers that Daniel has shown his passionate feelings for her on several occasions and has developed a soft spot for her.
As she hesitates, an eerie vortex suddenly appears in the center of the living room.
A whistling whirlwind sound rang through the air, blowing her hair into disarray. She was instantly alert and subconsciously went to feel for the dagger that was sitting by the couch.
The vortex swirled faster, suddenly spewing out a thick cloud of black smoke that instantly enveloped the parlor in a cloudy haze.
She coughed, unable to keep her eyes open. She groped her way backward, trying to escape from this eerie area of black mist.
"Cough... What the hell is going on? What's with this black smoke?" She forced herself to endure the choking odor and tried to look around.
At this moment, a tall figure vaguely appeared in the black smoke, it reached out and the black smoke instantly dispersed in all directions, revealing a familiar figure.
"Mr. Evans?!" Her eyes widened, revealing a look of horror.
Only to see Daniel Evans standing there in a dignified and upright manner, dressed in a black tuxedo, with his hair meticulously combed neatly in front of his forehead. He took a large step and walked up to her, nodding his head and giving her a deep gentleman's salute.
"Oh, my dear Miss Jones, I'm so glad you've finally fall in love me." He reached out and tenderly and reverently dropped a kiss on the back of her hand.
She shuddered and removed her hand at once. She stepped back and stared warily at him, fearing that he was about to do something harmful to her.
"What are you talking about! I'm not falling in love with you, never!" She snapped, keeping a death grip on his movements while moving towards the living room door, trying to escape.
"Oh?" He suddenly let out a piercing sardonic laugh, and with an outstretched hand, he covered her mouth, while the palm of his other hand tightened around her waist, unceremoniously imprisoning her entire body in his embrace.
"You are not falling in love with me? Then let me check your heart for you!" Saying that, he suddenly tightened his arms and forcefully wrapped her body tightly, with such strength that it seemed as if he wanted to twist her into his own body.
"Hmmmmm..." she let out a muffled moan, but he ignored it, and instead, he changed his gentle demeanor and leaned down hard onto her.
The two gradually settled into a frantic, deep kiss, and his movements became rougher, going far as to directly pin her to the living room couch.
"Don't... Please Don't..." Grace was completely shocked by his passionate kiss, she desperately struggled her body, but she could not get out of his grip.
"Shh, be quiet." Daniel nastily blows in her ear, spilling a stream of searing air, "We're just getting started here..."