"I don't want to be unable to see you... It's strange, I just want to look at you every moment now... be good, be good, stop torturing me..."
Michael Lees held her tightly, kissing her again and again with every word.
Isabella Harrison tilted her head to avoid his sudden, constant kisses.
Yet her heart was stirred by Michael Lees' words close to her ear.
That sound of pleading mixed with soft coaxing is unbelievable to come from Michael Lees' mouth.
But she was very sure, this was indeed Michael Lees.
These days, Michael Lees had been abnormal in her view, but from what she knew of him previously, it didn't seem that abnormal.
After all, she thought that during school when he often opposed her, and after so many years of "conflict," him being like this might just be his true nature.
She should, to some extent, understand his dark and subtle temper.
But, it was still somewhat subversive.
