<h4>Chapter 5: Her First Kiss Was Snatched</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Henyee Trantions <strong>Editor: </strong>Henyee Trantions


    ire walked straight into the house, sniffing. “Are you cooking?”


    “Yeah, mind eating with me?”


    “Let’s finish the business first.”


    irey down on a bench and slowly closed her eyes.


    Gallon Miller put down the spat, sat opposite ire, and began to hypnotize her.


    Seeing ire’s expression gradually rxed, Gallon murmured. “You came to a strange world with only a wooden door in front of you. Push that door open, and behind the door is your lost memory.”


    In the dream, ire slowly opened the door, and darkness fell on her face.


    Gallon stared at ire, lest something unexpected happened.


    But at this moment, ire suddenly showed a pained expression, and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. Her face was twisted, and she was short of breath. Obviously, something was wrong with her.


    Gallon hurriedly pressed his hands on her shoulders and said in a deep voice, “ire, now I’ll count 3, and on the word ‘three’, you will wake up! 1…2…3…”


    He snapped his fingers in ire’s ear. ire opened her eyes, opening her mouth and gasping desperately for breath. Her face was ghastly pale as if she was going to die.


    “What happened?!” Gallon hurriedly asked her. “Did you see the man’s face clearly?”


    ire shook her head disappointedly.


    Three years ago, she mysteriously disappeared. One yearter, she was found unconscious at the entrance of the vige. No one knew where she went or what she did. She lost her memory of that year.


    From then on, she always had a strange dream, in which there was a man who held her hand tightly and said the same thing to her all the time.


    “ire… wait for me…”


    She couldn’t see the man’s face, but she knew that it must be rted to her lost memory.


    Gallon soothed her. “Don’t worry. We can try again next time. Let’s grab a bite first.”


    After eating, she stayed there all afternoon and didn’t leave the apartment until dark.


    She walked downstairs and had just stepped out of the iron gate when she suddenly saw a dark figure rush into the alley,ing towards her.


    In a sh, he pressed her against the wall and put a hand around her waist. He cupped the back of her head with the other palm. Their bodies were so closely pressed together that there was no gap left.


    A husky voice rang above her head.


    “Do me a favor. I’ll be responsible.”


    Then he leaned over and began to kiss her pink lips.


    ire’s eyes widened suddenly, her eyshes flickered like butterfly wings, and her mind that was sober at all times became nk at the moment.


    She only felt that his thin lips were cold, with the menthol-vored tobo smell burrowing into her nasal cavity.


    The man’s face was blurred in the dark, except for the little mole at the corner of his right eye, which was exceptionally prominent.


    There was a tter of footsteps outside the alley.


    “He ran that way!”


    “Hurry up, get him!”


    Several ck-clothed bodyguards chased to the entrance of the alley, and stopped. They saw two figures in the alley kissing intimately, who looked like a couple having an affair.


    “Okay, stop looking at them. Come on, find him!”


    The bodyguards quickly ran away.


    It was only then that ire realized what had happened. Her eyes instantly turned murderous and she threw a punch in rage, but the opponent sped her wrist expertly.


    The man loosened her lips, but as if reveling in this moment, he kissed her on the cheek again.


    He dered sovereignty in an overbearing voice. “This is my way of marking you as my woman.”


    With that, he turned around and left quickly.


    ire drew a knife from her cuff and chased him out of the alley, but the man was nowhere to be seen. She plunged the knife into the wall fiercely, so angry that she wanted to kill someone.


    Her first kiss was snatched by a stranger! Moreover, he left behind such a silly remark.


    He better hope that she doesn’t find him. Otherwise… she would definitely cut him into pieces!


    When she returned to the Smiths’ mansion, she happened to run into Ada.


    She frowned and asked her. “ire, where have you been?”


    What kind of girl woulde back home sote at night?!


    ire only replied perfunctorily. “I had something to tend to.”


    Then she headed towards the stairs.


    From beginning to end, she didn’t even look at Ada.


    Ada felt that her head was aching.


    This child was always cold and indifferent, making it impossible to get close to her.