His blood-red eyes were locked on hers—on that resolute, ice-cold gaze. There wasn't a trace of fear in it, only a bone-deep hatred and an unwillingness to ever compromise.
Time seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Roger's chest heaved violently, his harsh breaths washing over Bai Wanwan's face.
In the end, that frenzied possessiveness, strong enough to burn everything to the ground, seemed to be temporarily quelled by her curse-like vow.
He abruptly released his grip on her and stood, turning his back to her. His shoulders trembled slightly.
The only sounds in the cave were his ragged breaths and the CRACKLING of the bonfire.
After a long while, he finally seemed to calm down.
"Bai Wanwan, you can throw a fit all you want, but I'm not letting you go this time. I have all the time and patience in the world to wear you down."
