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.”

‘s L I B R A R

up, his face stern, threw the red rope at her, and stalked

in women. Don’t make me do such peculiar things. And

causing a slight sting. But what truly ached was her heart, and

like any woman, but

around,

“Shut up!”

say another word and lowered

already gone. He retrieved the gun

of nowhere, she heard

house, Mavis was backed into a moldy

you doing? I don’t know you at

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