Yvonne Sutton's face flashed with a hint of panic; before returning to Aethel, she built up countless mental defenses, imagining how she should show a gentle smile upon seeing Connor Grant again, then calmly say to him: "Connor, long time no see, you look as dashing as ever."
But upon really seeing the man whom she hadn't seen for two years, the man standing before her filled with anger, Yvonne Sutton only felt her heart beating too fast, almost worrying it might leap out of her chest.
Her heart raced, chest suffocated, Yvonne slightly opened her mouth trying to breathe, yet under the man's burning gaze, she tightly pressed her lips together.
Words she forced herself to say calmly and greet him had not yet been spoken, when Yvonne's delicate wrist was tightly grabbed by a large, firm hand, she looked up somewhat frightened only to find the man's face of anger had somehow switched to a smile that didn't reach his eyes, he was angry.
