Felicia gradually regained consciousness.
The first thing she felt was an itch on her face. Struggling to open her eyes, she found herself face-to-face with Arnold, his face just inches from hers. Their lips were almost touching.
Without thinking, she threw a punch at Arnold.
Her fist struck Arnold's face. However, her strength had yet to completely return, and Arnold barely flinched as the punch hit. Instead, he casually grabbed her wrist.
"Felicia, my patience has limits."
His dark eyes bore into hers. "I don't care whether you're trying to play hard to get or whether you hate me, but one thing's clear. If I want something, I'll get it!"
Felicia's blood boiled, and for a moment, she felt like she was going to choke on her own blood.
She had never met somebody so shameless or arrogant. She sneered furiously, "You want me to be yours? In your dreams!"
Arnold wasn't upset. Instead, he moved closer. He pinned her other wrist, forcing her to stay still.
A faint floral scent wafted from her. It was a delicate and surprising fragrance for this season. It was soft yet refreshing. For a moment, Arnold's focus faltered.
He felt regret.
The effort his grandfather had gone through to arrange his engagement to Felicia had been huge. Matthew had even gone so far as to plan a citywide spectacle of an engagement party. Yet, in the end, Arnold left the event to meet with Kayla instead.
If only he'd known… If only he had stayed. Then, Felicia would have already been his.
Arnold's gaze lingered on her lips, completely drawn to them. His gaze grew darker, and he leaned in without hesitation.
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