Deep breath, as if her scent still lingered in her nose!
There's something called yearning for what you can't have, and it's excruciating!
George leaned against the doorway, sneering as he looked at her lying on the bed:
"What, regretting it now?"
"Have you ever desperately wanted something, but couldn't just forcefully take it?"
George shook his head: "If you want something, just snatch it. You're the one who told me that. What, having second thoughts now?"
Joanna sat up, her face gradually settling into an expressionless mask:
"No, I never regret. If I really resorted to such means, making her hate me, then perhaps I would truly regret it."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Alright, listen. Recently, a new organization has popped up, a terrorist group no less, and they've started butting heads with us. They've even stolen some of our business and injured our men. So, put aside your petty emotions for now—we need to teach them a lesson."
