Maya's eyelids twitched incessantly—this familiar feeling of being preyed upon by a fierce beast, as if she'd be devoured in an instant.
Her hand lightly rested on Ian Rowe's muscular arm, avoiding looking into his eyes.
When calm, he was like an untouchable, pristine blossom on a high mountain; but once enraged, he would transform into a vicious beast.
Maya tried to recall the plot she had read before. She didn't remember Ian Rowe having any obsessive, twisted attributes. Why did he change only when he was with her?
Seeing the complexity and bewilderment flickering in Maya's expression, revealing a rare vulnerability, Ian slightly loosened his grip but then held her again.
"Maya, I don't like hearing you say these things."
"Those views on choosing a partner never appeared in my mind again after meeting you. I didn't explain this to you before, which was my fault. However, after this..."
"Never say those things again, especially not words like divorce..."
