Scarlett coldly tossed the phone aside, stood up, and walked to the door, glaring at Ryan.
"Get lost," she said sharply.
During Caroline's loud rant on the phone, Ryan had gradually come to his senses.
He rubbed his forehead, still feeling Scarlett's lingering scent.
Last night, under the Bloodmoon, her red hair had wrapped around his arm. He still remembered her expression when she was in his embrace, her gentle trembling, her breath, and her moans...
Every detail lingered in his mind.
But once he opened his eyes, that dreamy scene vanished. Standing before him was the cold and unfeeling Scarlett.
Ryan slowly stood up, completely naked, his eyes fixed on her.
His body was completely exposed, as refined as the statue of David. No, not exactly. She remembered seeing David in the mus
