This memory was buried deep in Nicole’s heart. She dared not even remember it for fear of touching her heart that once throbbed for that man. She was afraid that she would be soft-hearted and fall head over heels for him again.

Nicole did not know who captured the moment she pounced on the little boy.

The smell of gunpowder seemed to linger around her. It was chilling and frightening.

Clayton Sloan’s sudden laughter pulled Nicole out of her memories.

Her eyes were slightly moist. As soon as she looked up, she met Eric Ferguson’s deep gaze.

His eyes felt like a whirlpool that wanted to suck her in.

Nicole looked at Eric’s expression and felt her heart skip a beat.

The bloodied manly face in Nicole’s memory overlapped with Eric’s face at this time, so distinct and handsome.

His features were so deep and exquisite, like a perfect sculpture.

The photo in Eric’s hand was the moment when he jumped on Nicole.

The light and shadows overlapped as gunpowder and smoke filled the air.

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