Ivy Holden splashed some cool water on her cheeks. Looking at her flushed face in the mirror, she let out a long sigh.
'Just a moment ago, when that drunkard grabbed my wrist, I panicked for some inexplicable reason. My heart was pounding furiously, as if it were about to beat its way out of my chest.'
'This isn't normal. Not normal at all!'
She'd written about this feeling a dozen times in her novels, but now that she was experiencing it herself, she was still this flustered.
'Why did I fall for him? Is it just because of that inhumanly handsome face?'
Ivy Holden poked the reflection of her face in the mirror and muttered, "I knew you were a sucker for a pretty face, but I didn't think you were *this* bad!"
"Hey, are you okay?" Jensen Morrison's voice came from outside the door.
Ivy Holden took a deep breath, turned, and pulled the door open.
