He really wanted to tear that man who just committed such a heinous crime into pieces.
He wanted that man to pay.
To pay a price more terrifying than death.
"Frank Parker, it's you..." Joanna Lawrence looked at the handsome man in front of her, who emanated an air of violence, the surprise in her eyes not completely faded.
Frank Parker, what was he doing here?
Frank locked his gaze with her soft, bright black eyes, his heart throbbing violently. The woman he yearned for day and night, only able to see her in his dreams, was now standing before him, speaking softly to him.
He could smell the sweet scent wafting from her.
A fragrance he remembered for a whole decade.
Everything was so real.
Her being, her voice, her scent, all were real.
Completely different from her in his dreams.
No matter how real dreams may feel, they could never truly compare to reality.
He had been yearning to see her.
But he couldn't find an opportunity.
He also dared not seek her out.
