“What do you want?” James’ staring made Bella feel like a rabbit being eyed up by a wolf. She felt a strong urge to run away from him.
But she was caught firmly in James’ arms and couldn’t move. The only thing she could do was stare at him.
Looking down at Bella’s half-open mouth and watery lips, James felt hot.
“James Parker! Let me go!” Bella struggled and shouted, “Where did you throw my stuff?”
James was lowering his head toward Bella. Hearing what she said, he stopped his movements and gazed at Bella, his dark eyes filled with complicated emotions. And then he seemed to remind himself of something and replied sarcastically, “I threw them in the rubbish tip over by North Street Station. Do you still want them?”
Bella was shocked and scolded him, “You asshole! Those were my persona
