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Jesslyn Derei's hand hadn't yet touched the mask when Ethan Jenkins grabbed her wrist.

"Miss Derei," Ethan's voice deepened, "I've saved you twice, and not only have you not offered a single word of thanks, but you also cause such a scene! Is this how you treat your savior?"

Jesslyn Derei was taken aback, stunned by the anger in his eyes.

His slender, pale hand seemed powerless, yet Jesslyn Derei felt as if her wrist was about to split open in his palm.

Behind the mask, his eyes were dark and lifeless, and Ethan's voice, cold and angry, said, "I've told you, what you experienced with the drugged drink yesterday was just a hallucination! And Miss Derei, you've seen the ugliness behind my mask before! I really don't have time to play these games with you! Had I known you were such an impolite person, I wouldn't have bothered saving you!"

With that, Ethan forcefully let go of Jesslyn Derei's hand.

Jesslyn Derei staggered a few steps, rubbing her sore wrist, "I..."