The Return of the Ex: Dangerous Him and Love

At the blind date event, I met a guy named Vincent Blackwood, the kind of young, jealous type who clung to his woman like a puppy.

In his car, when things were heating up between us, my first love suddenly called me. Yet, despite the interruption, Vincent's hands did not stop moving. It was as though he found satisfaction in watching me pretend to remain calm, all while my face burned red.

After I finished my conversation with my first love over the phone, Vincent lowered his dark eyes, his tone unwavering and said, "I'll give you a week to handle things with him.