Chapitre 118: Whispers

She stands there, rooted to the spot, as a kaleidoscope of emotions swirls inside her.

She feels trapped, caught in a web of her own making, pulled in two different directions by the men in her life.

Her heartbeat quickens, the weight of her predicament bearing down on her.

"I… I don't know," she whispers, her voice trembling.

Ramsey's gaze softens for a moment, a flicker of something that could almost be regret in his eyes.

He knows she's struggling, that she's confused.

"I need an answer, Robin," Ramsey says, his voice softer than before but still firm. "I need to know where you stand."

As he speaks, his eyes bore into her with a somber almost pained expression.

"I... I need some time," she finally whispers, her voice barely audible.

She flicks her eyes away, unable to meet Ramsey's gaze, afraid of what she might see in his eyes.

But morbid curiosity gets the best of her and she looks up.