Bab 67: 067 harbored bad intentions, deliberately bullied her

Zoe Bell didn't expect him to ask that. Her head spun, her pupils dilated slightly, while William Hale straightened his body, his gaze evaluating, making her wish she could just find a crack in the ground to slip into.

"I don't know who it was, I didn't see the face clearly," Zoe insisted.

"Really?"

When William Hale stared at her intently, the pressure was so great that Zoe felt all her little schemes were impossible to hide in his presence.

Her heart beat wildly, like drums in turmoil, and she stubbornly nodded, "I really didn't see clearly."

"Then do you remember what you dreamed about last night?"

What else could it be!

A spring dream.

Zoe was too embarrassed to say it out loud and spoke evasively, "I can't remember that either."

"So you don't remember what you did to me?"

"I don't remember!" She decided to feign ignorance to the end.

"It seems I'll need to help you recall..." As he spoke, he leaned over slightly, his chin almost resting on her neck.