Deep Affection: Honey, Come Back To Me

John didn\'t utter another word.

Before either women could say or do anything, he landed a sound slap on his own face.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh

rang clear and sharp within the abandoned factory. It quite was obvious that John had used no small amount of strength.

Vaguely, he could taste the metallic tang of blood in his mouth.

But John didn\'t feel any pain, even as a trickle of blood surreptitiously ran down the corner of his lips. Instead, he flashed Isabella a smile of contempt.

In his thirty years of existence, Nina had been the only person to slap him in the face. And today, he inflicted it on himself. Didn\'t it convey a tacit understanding between the couple?

Nina was stunned, perhaps even more than John who had received the blow. Her beautiful eyes widened in alarm.

Her breath caught in her throat.

John really hit himself.

As the thought flashed in her mind, Nina finally gathered her senses, and she took a deep breath. She

An unsuspecting May night suddenly became a cold winter one.

John bent and slid his thumb across Nina\'s lips and wiped off the traces of blood.

His warm touch made her lashes flutter, her wet eyes glittering in the shaft of moonlight that stole into the room.

"Are you okay?" Nina stared at John\'s slightly swollen cheek and put her hand against the mark.

Her heart ached.

John took the hand from his face and pulled Nina behind him, shielding her this time. He assumed a cool stance that was clearly warning Isabella of dire consequences if she pulled a trick on them.

"You\'d better tell us a valuable secret, or you will end up with a lot more than just a swollen face," he threatened.

Isabella swallowed. She still harbored a measure of fear whenever she faced those icy eyes of John Shi\'s.

"Nina took Memory Charm, a drug that can modify people\'s memories."

"Memory Charm?"

John and Nina echoed at the same time.

They both frowned. True to its name, Nina\'s memory seemed to have really been tampered with.

"Which part of her memory was modified?"

John demanded, giving voice to the doubts and fears they both felt in their hearts.

But how could Isabella just hand the information to them so easily? She had another bargaining chip after all.