Elena's POV:

Mr. Christian had a little smile in his eyes, I was a little anxious, this is not a good place to talk, how come he didn't look anxious at all, we'll stand a little longer, maybe the patrol will come!

I couldn't help it, and I don't know how I got so bold. When I reacted, I had already clutched his wrist and dragged him to the bushes deeper in the garden.

This row of grass is in the deepest part of the garden, with two red maple trees planted outside, blocking the view.

I was so familiar with this place because I had been beaten here by...