"From now on, only transactions... no more emotions."
His words were as cold as a knife, stabbing straight into her heart.
Eva Nightingale felt like a mute swallowing bitter herbs, unable to voice her pain. Yet, she had willingly chosen this path, she had no complaints.
*
Leaving the study of the Presidential Mansion, she only felt her vision blurred.
Back at Lanwan Residence, she casually ate something, took a bath, and then lay on the large bed. Because he had told her in advance, she didn't touch any chili peppers during dinner, and she barely had any fingernails.
Nightfall was alluring, Eva lay on the bed, feeling cold, a kind of unprecedented loneliness.
She imagined many scenarios of his return; as soon as he came back, he would demand her, and so on.
She clutched the blanket, until the clock on the wall struck twelve; it was midnight, and he still hadn't returned.
Was her plan going to be ruined just like this?
