Jose Floyd's body visibly stiffened, his warm hand tightly gripping hers, filled with attachment and reluctance.
She wasn't a woman who would act coy; even when she was obedient at his side, she wasn't much for coquetry. What she said next, and her tone, made Jose Floyd's body tremble, his eyes shocked.
Nicole grabbed Jose Floyd's hand, her face helpless and sorrowful, her pale lips slightly parted, her voice weak and pleading: "Don't leave me, don't leave me..."
Jose Floyd didn't know why, but as he looked at the face of the person on the bed, something inside him moved, softening considerably.
Jose Floyd reached out, covering those fair and soft hands, giving a comforting pat, and his lips unexpectedly curled into a faint smile.
But his smile hadn't lingered for five seconds before it was mercilessly shattered.
Nicole clutched the hand in her palm even tighter, her brows knitted with anxiety and confusion: "Don't go, Wade, don't leave me alone..."
