Walter Schmidt's strong arm braced forcefully, rendering her incapable of moving, yet she continued to push against the door.
The man's towering figure squeezed through the door, pulling her once more into his embrace, his voice deep and husky, "Emily, don't avoid me! Never again! …"
Emily Stone's petite body stiffened, her breathing stopped short as she felt her body nearly ground into his with such force.
The intense emotions radiating from the man shocked her.
For a moment, her brain seemed to flicker through countless images, chaotic and indistinct, like fleeting movie stills, too quick to see clearly.
"Umm…" She furrowed her brow, a stifled groan escaping her as a pain struck her temple, quickly intensifying, growing more and more severe.
In the end, it was almost a splitting headache.
Walter Schmidt was sensitive and alert; the moment she let out a groan, he noticed.