Jane McCain stared at the man at the door, her gaze falling on the rose in his hand, all her words caught in her throat, unable to come out.
Her blood slowly froze, as if falling into an icy cave, so cold that she shivered.
She couldn't speak.
Once she did, showing a flaw, he would immediately kill her!
"What's up? So happy you're stunned?" the man smiled as he came over, placed the bouquet aside, wrapped his arms around her waist, and gently kissed her forehead.
Jane's body was stiff.
Then, Purple Summers asked on the other end of the phone, "Jane, what's going on? Have you gotten home yet?"
"Um..." Jane's voice was slow, like her heart, frozen stiff and beating incredibly slowly, "About those special products from Kingsley you mentioned, remember to write the new address when you send them over, 53 East City Street, Building 1, Room 121. Make sure not to send it to the wrong place."