Joshua Hughes drank his wine and glanced at the woman leaning against him. Beautiful like a flower, why couldn't he let go of that stubborn and hard-headed woman? Damn it....
Joshua closed his eyes, trying to convince himself that it wasn't her he couldn't live without, that not having her wouldn't mean he would die.
Yet, no matter how passionate the beautiful girl was, he remained the same, coldly drinking his wine.
"Let go, get out..." The calm male voice carried no trace of excitement.
The beautiful girl froze—is her effort not enough, or is she not doing well enough?
Ever since he met Avery Jane, he felt that if it wasn't her, he didn't want anyone else; he had no interest and found everything repulsive.....
