He moved closer to where she stood by the window, stopping two steps away from her.
He took the small white medicine bottle from her hand, playing with it for a while.
"Won't taking too much of this be harmful to your body?"
"You don't need to worry about it," she snatched the bottle back from his hand, put it back in the drawer, and closed it.
She was naive, always unable to learn how to please her patron.
"By the way, I hope next time you remember to take precautions. I don't want to have a second abortion for you, because you're not worth it." She didn't know where she found the courage, but she spoke those words to his face, word by word.
I don't want to have a second abortion for you, because you're not worth it.
He silently repeated her words in his heart, his brows furrowing deeply.
Sophie Smith noticed the change in his expression, sensing it was a sign of his impending anger. So, she sensibly stopped, changed the topic, and returned to the bed.
