A Relentless Pursuit for Love novel Chapter 632

Chapter 632 Tim raised his hand gently. 

In the blind spot where Sage could not see him, the corners of his mouth curved quietly. 

Sage, as if receiving her amnesty, quickly gathered her dress and rushed towards her room. 

The maid helped her to take off the tutu dress that harnessed her waist. 

Sage took three deep breaths. Donning herself in such a dress was a great torture for her. She wondered how those medieval ladies bear with such torture. 

She changed into a slightly looser and more comfortable long dress. She dared not keep Tim waiting for long, so she went back and continued to write her self-critique 

At first, Sage wanted to take the opportunity to admit her mistake and beg for mercy. However, when she found that Tim’s expression was dark and sullen, she killed the thought. 

She decided not to touch this highly explosive entity for the time being, to avoid herself from being blown to pieces 

It was better to keep writing the self-critique now. 

The three thousand words were an effort of patching up numerous thoughts, and six thousand words were a life threatening demand! 

Sape dup deep into her lifelong educational achievement and cultural level over the years in her own soul to write pages after pages of self critique 

She wrote so much that her wrist hurt and almost vomited white foam. Finally, she finished the sell critique of six thousand words 

Sare put down the brush and moved her wrist. She took a deep breath and flattened the hand written self antique She carefully stacked them one by one, and then held them in front of Tun 

Tum waited for her for a long time, and after reading all three books, he leaned on the sota sleepily with his head probed up in his palm “Done besked softly 

Sape nodded hackben pedding at the nice, but she dared not speak rashly, for fear that Then would punish be further if she mate mother mistake 

The arvet ran out of wea to punish people 

Sarwoud teadly vomit bloot ist were made to continue writing, 

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“How did you learn this skill to patch up all the thoughts into this piece of nothingness?” Tim’s face was full of disgust. 

Sage murmured in a low voice, “How did I learn? It’s self-taught without a teacher.” 

“What?” 

Tim’s face was stern, and he resembled a very strict teacher in the school from ancient times. 

“Nothing.” 

Sage’s desire to survive kicked in. In the next second, she immediately showed a pleading face and hummed, “Tim, please just forgive me. My wrist is already swollen from writing so much. If you don’t believe me, look…” 

She showed Time her reddened wrist. Tim did not feel bad at all, but he made it worse. 

“You deserve it.” 

Sage went speechless. 

Tim indifferently pulled out a piece of paper from the stack and handed it to Sage. He said, “ Read this one.”