Heart Stolen by A Heartless Man

Greyson reacted instinctively and rapidly, subconsciously tilting his head away and raising his hand to block his face.

Rowan’s lips then kissed his palm.

Both were stunned.

Rowan was shocked because she hadn’t kissed his lips while Greyson was because of the uncomfortable feeling.

Rowan rebounded from him and pursed her lips.

When Greyson saw her leaving, he put down his hand, with clear traces of lipstick on the palm of his hand. He frowned with conceal while pulling out a handkerchief to wipe it off.

Rowan looked at him slowly and carefully wiping off the lipstick he had left on his palm. Her heart had mixed feelings.

“Don’t do that next time, I don’t like it,” said Greyson indifferently.

“Why not? I am your fiancée!” Rowan replied with eyes red.

“…” Greyson became silent for a moment, “Just not so sudden.”

It’s true, she was his fiancée, Rowan, whom he had loved so much for so many years. How could he have denied her kiss?

The thought of this made him pursed his lips and said, “Come on, how about I treat you for a delicious meal tomorrow?”

When Rowan saw his attitude had softened and thought that it was indeed her sudden manoeuvre led to this. She said condescendingly, “In that case, I want you to pick me up at my house tomorrow.”

“Sure.” Greyson nodded.

then Rowan smiled as if nothing

to walk forward, and

…

biting a white towel in her mouth. Her whole body was sweating,

prescribe you with anaesthetic?” the

and gripped her fist, signalling she could still hold

nurse sighed and didn’t

one of the bravest she had ever

apparent that the toxin was so strong, unheard and unseen of. It had already invaded Hattie’s internal organs. She was trembling in pain, yet she still refused to use anaesthetic.

over,” the doctor said. And finally, after the last stitch was sewed

she was still trembling

came up again and wiped

the toxin is unexpected,” the doctor said. “What kind of toxin is this?

just fainted right after she relieved

again in the middle of

hurt, but she didn’t feel much pain from it. Probably it’s because of

more it hurts, the better she

Greyson’s face feature became

more fondly or

couldn’t figure it out

softly, and only then she realized there was someone else

her head in a

still hurt? How are you feeling?” Jensen switched on the dim yellow light at the side of the bed. Hattie quickly adapted the

“I’m fine,” Hattie replied.