1095: You are My Woman (7)_1

...She trembled, her eyes reddening and a mist of tears filling them, but she held back, refusing to let them fall.

Her body hurt so much, but it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

She gritted her teeth and endured, slowly ceasing her struggles...

The woman beneath him suddenly stopped moving, becoming eerily quiet, and Walter Schmidt's actions halted.

Emily Stone lay there, head to the side, her arms tightly closed, her small face pale and alarmingly colorless.

She lay motionless, as if dead.

Seeing this, the man's expression darkened, and his heart ached fiercely.

"Emily?..." His voice was like torn silk, and Walter Schmidt finally regained a semblance of calm. His slender fingers touched her cheek, causing Emily Stone's eyelashes to flutter.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, looked down, and was horrified to see the bloodstained sheets. His breath almost stopped when he realized he had hurt her.