Broken Memory: Complicated Love, Pure Desire

nd. The harsh palpitations in her chest, the intense hatred, and the unbeatable pain washing ac

ave the luxury of tim

r with every move she made. The sounds of engine cackling

f the sweat with the back of her hand. If s

rtainment industry after th

na, she wouldn't have

ntered the picture, her relationship with her father, Joey, had grown even mor

er's medical expenses, then she wouldn't

t a director in a hotel room

already raise

him in a hotel room. Anyone in their right

had been accusing her of being selfish. Seeing all the commotion, even Joey joined in the round

na was Cathy Lin's child of her previous mar

acted like she was Joey's first wife. When Cathy Lin gave birth to anot

hat Sylvia was never

her hand, she stared at the unco

, a man who Selena had b

or a so-called "business meeting." Who in th

lena slept with him, he would make he

actress, she wasn't the type to fuck around.

she had grabbed a candlestick from one of the display tabl

pulled back, the candle had also inserted itself into the director's head,

e threw the candlestick onto the carpet. Without giving i

Due to this, she made sure to train herself with escape skills

he made sure to analyze her current situation. Her eyes swerved

n't leave, she'd be the prime suspect. Seeing as Selena had left, she m

ing. 'Not surprising, ' she thought, remembering that this man had also been alive in her

would happen next, Sylvia knew for a fact that Selena would

start cl

e carpet and that her traces on the bottom of the candlestick were nowhere to be seen. Just as she wa

nd a bitter smile sl

d foolishly believed that she was the one who had hurt the direct

way in hell she was going to find herself in the s

e here as soo

the door, then the windo

p down unless she wanted to be a squashed pancake. Glancing at the side,

Her heartbeat raced in her chest, but she continued to tighten her grip around the grills. Once her body

move. If they knew she was gone, the balcon

ed the French window open and got i

d onto the carpet with a plop. It di

e a pair of wh

Of all the hotel rooms she just had to enter,

ng about them that made her assume that the man's bod

a creamy white towel wrapped just around his a

ct V-line tracing down his abdomen, and

nd bronze skin, he loo

he fa

face, she thought she had

obvious that he was used to people throwing the

ever expected to see. 'Ryan Zhan!'

inted with him before, it didn't

ntertainment industry. Besides, his face was all over newspapers a

y. Any woman and even man would pay millions just for one night

hell was

he hel

d met in this life. 'What am I

've never seen a woman taking the initiative to climb over th

l. Not bothering to listen to him, she found herself staring far more deeper at w

en thinking, Sylvia?' she

r fingers. "You're very strong for such a gangly figure. Do y

puttered, sti

ting,"

t what y

o refute, a noise came