Bella Green desperately wanted to break free from the man's embrace, utterly resistant to it.
But how could her strength compare to Mason Bennett?
The man tightly confined the girl, making it difficult for her to escape.
"Bella Green, stop making a fuss."
Mason's voice was very calm, yet upon closer listening, one could detect an imperceptible tremor in his tone.
Bella wanted to laugh, but she couldn't muster a smile.
Making a fuss?
How could it be her making a fuss?
Mason Bennett forgot everything, able to abandon it all.
But she didn't forget, nor could she.
How could she be like him and ignore everything?
"Mason Bennett, let go of me."
"No."
The man's stubbornness was outrageous.
If she didn't know the reason, Bella Green might really believe Mason Bennett loved her intensely.
But this love, ultimately, who did it belong to?
"Mason Bennett, is it truly me that you love?"
This sentence was like a knife, stabbing fiercely into Mason Bennett's heart.
