Then, she used the sharp edge to cut her own fingertip.
Wyatt Yardley suddenly looked up, his eyes turning cold.
He raised his hand like lightning and grabbed her wrist tightly.
Seraphina Caldwell felt the pain and frowned tightly.
The pressure on her wrist made her involuntarily let out a soft hum.
"Are you in such a hurry to shake us off?"
Seraphina's whole body stiffened, frozen in place, a hint of bewilderment flashed in her eyes.
She didn't understand, usually he either mocked her or avoided her.
But why, every time she wanted to do something,
even if it was to prove her innocence, he always had to interfere?
She just opened her mouth to question, but the sound hadn't come out.
Suddenly, several steady knocks sounded from outside the door.
"Seraphina, are you there?"
A low, gentle male voice came from outside the door, it was Caspian Sterling.
