Bab 62: Chapter 62

Karl totally silent, trying to hide his shock while trying to figure out what Layla might be thinking. He knew for sure it wasn't the right time to spill everything, but at the same time, he couldn't ignore Layla's sharp gaze.

With bated breath, Karl finally shifted his gaze to the woman. "That... isn't what you think," he said briefly.

Layla narrowed her eyes, clearly not easily convinced. But, after a moment, she nodded slowly. "Listen, I don't know who you really are, and honestly, I don't really care."

Karl eyed her suspiciously. "You won't report me, will you?"

"I have no reason to report you, I don't care about anything anymore," Layla sighed.

Karl looked at Layla strangely, this time he wasn't horny, just curious why a young woman like Layla seemed so hopeless, with no desire and no hope, when out there, many were willing to sell their asshole to old men just to vacation in fancy places.