"Young Master Yorks, shouldn't a gentleman like you knock before coming in?" Sis Shirley's admonishment carried no power at all.
Cole turned around and locked the door from the inside.
Realizing that something was wrong, Angeline chided, "What are you doing here so late at night, Cole?"
Cole moved closer and closer to Angeline. Sis Shirley pulled Angeline back and retreated again and again.
"His face is very red and his gaze is a little off, Little Angeline. Something looks really wrong," Sis Shirley said.
Angeline said, "Oh no, this guy must have lost his mind."
When Cole spoke, there was intense affection in his voice. "I like you, Angeline. Can you please stay?"
"Jaybie is the only one I'll ever love, Cole. I've admired him since I was a child, and it has been my lifelong dream to marry him. I'm obsessed with him, and no other man can ever replace him in my heart. I'm sorry," Angeline said.
"He's dead, Angeline. I will love you for him for the rest of my life. Don't worry, I don’t mind if you can’t
stop thinking about him. I'll protect you in this safe bubble just like he had and won’t let you get hurt even a little bit."
"You're wrong, Cole. Jaybie is irreplaceable. He’s a man of unswerving loyalty when it comes to love. He can give up his life to protect his family. No one can ever replace a big-hearted man like him."
Cole's enchanting fox-like eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze gradually turned vicious.
"Forget him, Angeline," he ordered in a rough and violent manner.
"I will make you forget him tonight. From now on, I want you to love me only."
Angeline was seized with terror. Under circumstances like that, her helplessness would turn into anxiety. It only made her limp and weak.
When Sis Shirley sensed Angeline's condition getting worse, she was suddenly flustered and disconcerted.
She dragged Angeline into the house and ran with all her might. Cole, however, chased after them like a ferocious beast.
Angeline could hear the voices of the Corvettes as they intercepted Josephine and Zayne from outside the house. "I’m sorry, Young Master is handling some business in there. You can’t go in.”
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