She should be afraid of him, shouldn't she?
He was the kind of man who could easily crush her with just a word, turn her life into pain and humiliation and toss her into hell like it was nothing.
But then why... why did she feel so weak when he got close to her?
When his breath brushed past her ear so lightly, like a whisper, it felt like her heart had lost all control.
This man...he wasn't someone she could handle. Not at all.
Even though he kept calling her "sister" like it meant something... in the end, she was just a pawn. A little toy to mess with when he got bored.
At that moment, Jeffrey lowered his gaze and quietly picked up the photo frame on the nightstand.
He stared at the girl in the picture, her almond-shaped eyes looking off into the distance, lips curved into a calm, soft smile.
Her delicate face gave off this peaceful, elegant vibe that made people just… feel warm.
