Her act of revenge was so impulsive, driven by a reckless defiance. Yet she took it seriously. Her slender arms crossed tightly around his waist, as if afraid he might break free, holding on with all her strength.

Van was wearing only a shirt, neatly tucked into his suit pants. As Winnie hugged his waist, she could feel the firm texture of his muscles and bones, exuding strength.

Her face flushed.

On the wide men's watch dial on her left wrist, the second hand moved at a ...