She sat down beside Harlan, extending her delicate ankle, indicating for him to fasten the anklet.

Harlan’s expression remained unyielding. An anklet?

He knew women liked to wear ornaments on their necks and wrists, but tying something around an ankle was new to him.

He found it baffling and somewhat distasteful.

“Why do you want me to do that?”

Blushing, Mavis elaborated.

“Because if you fasten the anklet around my ankle yourself, it means you’ve trapped me, and I’m yours. You can only like me.”

N G E L A ‘s L I B R

when Mavis thought she had succeeded, Harlan stood up, his face stern, threw the red rope at

do such peculiar things. And don’t come here anymore. Even if

across Mavis’ face, causing a slight sting.

said you don’t like any woman, but you Like Miss

around, his eyes

“Shut up!”

dared not say another word and

around, she had already gone. He retrieved the gun from under the pillow and resumed his

nowhere, she heard footsteps behind her. As

a damp, forsaken house, Mavis was backed

are you doing? I don’t know you

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