"Mr. Hughes, I'm really going to be late." Avery Jane's eyes flashed with anxiety. She couldn't afford to be entangled with this man too much; the longer the time, the more dangerous it became.
"And you have to return to work at the Hughes Clan too, don't you?" Avery Jane was a bit puzzled. Doesn't he need to do anything? How did he manage such a vast business empire? It couldn't be built from a bed.
"Call me Joshua." Right now, he particularly disliked being called Mr. Hughes; he particularly disliked it.
The word Hughes made him feel uncomfortable.
His hand clamped onto her arm, preventing her from walking out.
Avery Jane always carried a faint fragrance on her, and the recent smell was too bloody and turbid. He needed to get close to her, using her scent to cleanse away those sins.
For so many years, his heart seemed to be submerged in ice water, only she was warm, only within her body did he feel like a living person.
