Michael Thorn walked unsteadily past, sat on the hanging chair, and stared out at the freezing sea, which was already beginning to form a thin sheet of ice along the shore.
Her memory haunted every corner of his mind; her sparkling eyes, her playful smiles, and the fierce way she looked when she was angry and blowing up at him.
His fist suddenly slammed hard against the French window, causing the hard bulletproof glass to vibrate with a low thud.
Evelyn Sin, why do you inflict such unbearable pain upon me?! This is even more painful than when you left me for four years!
What kind of spell had that foolish woman cast over him? It left his entire chest thumping with a pain so intense he could barely draw breath!
If she made him this miserable, he would never let her live in peace either!
New Year's Day...
By the start of the New Year, Evelyn was finally able to stand up and walk a few meters on her own.
