Elena was mind-blown when she heard those words.
Humiliation consumed her entire being!
"I knew it! This guy has always been up to no good!" Elena thought to herself.
"Even if I call for help now, no one would answer me."
She struggled to support herself, her eyes glinting with anger. "Don't you dare to touch me! I won't let you get away with it, not over my dead body!"
Unperturbed, Chases seated himself in a chair near the bed and said, "Okay, I will wait here, for as long as you want.
He wasn't in a hurry because he already knew what Elena's illness was.
This illness wasn't lethal, but the pain sure was going to make her cringe.
Moreover, Elena's disease had already progressed to an advanced stage.
Seeing Chase's calm demeanor, Elena wanted to kill him on the spot.
D*mn it!
The little b*stard was far too arrogant for his own good!
"Does he really plan on consuming me today?" Elena fumed inwardly.
Her hands clutched at her dress in a death grip.