'This man is crazy!'
Rose Young thought this way but didn't dare to voice it out loud. She swallowed and continued to smile at Emilio Miguel as if he didn't choke her just now.
"I understand now, Emil. I know my mistake." She batted her eyes at him and gave his chest a tentative touch. "Forgive me?"
Emilio Miguel's smile widened. His beauty went beyond the distinction between males and females. He certainly had the ability to attract all genders.
Despite her terror from almost being murdered, Rose still became dazed at the beautiful man. He was more beautiful than her. In fact, he was even more beautiful than that slut, Iris Long. He was actually more beautiful than most women in the world. She had never seen such a beautiful person, much less a man.
Before today, she felt smug that such a man with undeniable heaven-defying beauty was sleeping with her. He fueled her own vanity. She felt special.
