Damian gripped the steering wheel tightly, his expression extremely grim and frightening.
He had never imagined himself losing control to such an embarrassing extent, even to the point of contemplating simply destroying her.
Damian was well aware of his personality, cold and indifferent from a young age, especially when it came to women.
Yet this little woman barged into his life, circling around him like a small dog.
For one year, two years, three, he could remain unmoved. But into the fourth and fifth, especially when he saw her sick and burning with fever, cheeks flushed and he himself feeling a pang of heartache, he knew for sure he couldn't let go of her.
Falling for the first time, he was just an ordinary man experiencing the taste of love for the first time.
He wanted to possess her, yet ironically became worried and insecure when faced with her affection.
The more he wanted to hold on, the more he feared losing.
