Chase's expression suddenly turned cold.
Even though the mark was covered by her hair, though he only caught a glimpse when she turned around, he couldn't be mistaken—it was a love bite.
He turned around, stepped forward, and followed Renee Langdon into the pantry.
Raising his hand, he suddenly grabbed Renee Langdon's wrist. Standing against the light, his face was swallowed by darkness, and Renee couldn't see his expression—but she could clearly feel the sudden murderous aura engulfing him, an intimidating presence.
And his grip on her hand tightened more and more. She gasped, "It hurts—"
Chase suddenly let go, as if waking from a dream.
He looked at her and apologized slightly: "Sorry."
Then he asked again: "Where did you go today?"
Renee Langdon looked at him in confusion: "I didn't go anywhere, I was at home all the time."
Her hair fell down, just covering the mark on her neck.
