Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 88

Embracing With Open Arms

I sighed. I opened my mouth to speak, but for a moment, I had no idea what to say.

Eric already had everything planned out for me.

Logically speaking, I should have felt moved, but I was instead feeling rather sullen. If Eric had to handle everything for me, then what else was there left for me to do?

Was I supposed to just sit back and enjoy the results?

I was really afraid of developing a dependence on Eric. Every time I encountered danger, I would think of him.

Dependence was the scariest thing to me because once I became familiar with this sense of dependence, I would find it harder and harder to leave his side. Thinking this, I instinctively took a step back, creating distance between Eric and myself.

"Thank you very much for helping me this time, Eric," I said. "I understand that you mean well, but I hope that you'll let me know in advance when encountering a similar situation in the future. That way, I can choose whether or not to accept your help. After all, it wouldn't be fair to you to keep aiding me one–sidedly.” 

Eric picked up on my abnormal mood. He suppressed the emotions surging in his eyes and gradually softened his tone. 

“My actions were rather ill–thought–out this time,” he said. “Don’t worry, there won’t be a next time. I presented the evidence in the hopes that the situation would be resolved as soon as possible, but I’ll respect your decision in the future. 

Upon hearing his words, I sighed in relief and smiled sincerely at him. 

“I really don’t know how to repay you for all the help you’ve given me this time,” I said in consternation. “How about this? I’ll personally design and give you a one–of–a–kind piece of clothing later on. 

This was probably the only way I could repay him at this point in time. 

Eric’s lips curved up in a faint smile as he gazed at me. “You see, I’m a greedy person. I want that design, but I also want something else. I wonder… if you’d be willing to indulge me, Jane?” 

He turned to provide his assistant a few instructions, then held my hand tightly and said in an extremely intimate, captivating voice, Accompany me somewhere.” 

“Where’s Mr. Flint taking Ms. Brown? Don’t tell me they’re going to do. You know, those kinds of things? It that’s the case, Freally piry Mr. Cornell. He’s being blatantly cuckolded!” 

“Even so, I do envy Ms. Brown. If I could be on the receiving end of Mr. Flint’s affections, I’d be smiling even in my dreams!”