Donna smiled and filled her glass before finishing it.
As she put down her glass, she paused briefly and finally spoke her intention, "Bryan White, this time I... need your help..."
Bryan White raised his sword-like brow with a self-mocking look; her sudden change in attitude indeed had a purpose and ulterior motives.
However, he had said he didn't mind!
"What is it? Go ahead..." He leaned back into the sofa behind him, gazing at her with deep set eyes.
Donna looked up; under the dim lights, the man's face was undeniably handsome, yet it gave her a feeling of being despicable.
She felt like she was a terrible woman, seeking him when in need and avoiding him when she didn't...
"Bryan White..." The smile at the corner of her mouth gradually faded, and Donna leaned closer to him until their bodies were touching. Her arm wrapped around his neck before she spoke, "Do you... really like me?"
