Wayne Bailey chuckled in a muffled tone.
He had wanted to say that if he saw her again, he wouldn't be able to help but capture her and never let her go.
Her response was like a sharp axe cutting into his heart, heavily wounding him.
Anna Jadwin looked at his silent silhouette and bit her lip.
He only said he agreed, and then there was no follow-up.
She wanted to urge him but was afraid he would change his mind or get angry!
A servant knocked on the door and brought donkey-hide gelatin soup, for vitality and blood replenishment...
The rich, sweet taste and red dates made her lose her appetite at a glance.
"Drink it!" Wayne Bailey's gloomy voice came, his silhouette cold and indifferent, his hands gripping the window frame tightly.
While she was asleep, he had asked the servant to simmer the soup. After she woke up and entered the washroom, he pressed the service bell and had the servant bring it immediately.