His voice was soft, like a leaf floating on the surface of the water, but the more it was like this, the more it made Avery Jane feel afraid.
"What, cat got your tongue?"
Joshua Hughes sneered indifferently and slowly bent down. Avery watched his handsome face enlarge in front of her like a slow-motion scene in a movie, and she shrank back in fear.
She dared not speak; she feared his approach, and there was defiance in her eyes.
Joshua stared at Avery, squinting his eyes, and a colder light condensed in his gaze.
The sexy thin lips almost formed a straight line as he spoke in a low voice: "You want to leave, don't you? Tell me how you plan to leave? By foot?"
Looking at her, the hostility in his eyes was like a sharp blade with an unstoppable momentum, fiercely slicing open her fragile heart.
"Alright, I'll let you go today, try it and see?"
His body leaned slightly forward again, like a lazy lion, yet every tiny change was perilous...
