Her interrogation was so aloud.
He thought, he should feel guilty.
"Speak!"
Getting no reply, she could only rush to grab his collar which was made wrinkled by her and raised her voice to cover up her nervousness and fear. "Samuel Harvell, speak! At least give an explanation to me. You tell me why--"
...why you still blurt out these hurtful truths after knowing my affection for you. Why?
Does he want to see her agony? Or is he annoyed by her enough?
Why did he give her a fatal stick again after a carrot?
But no matter how tightly she clutched him, he always kept silent.
Silence... She no longer got any sense of security from him.
She loosened her fingers one by one and shook her head with red eyes. "No. Samuel, take back what you just said..."
As long as he took them back, she would pretend that she never heard them and continued to flatter him.
If he took them back, could her heart be stuck back to its original appearance?
She roared at him, crying, "How could you do this?"
"Why..." His facial features exquisite, he said, "...can't I capitalize on you?"
It was not illegal to capitalize on one's affection, unless he obtained some substantive benefits from it.
But he didn't.
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