Jackson glanced at Halia guiltily. He knew she cared about him, but he couldn't possibly grant her her wish, "I'm sorry, I already told you that I can't do that."
Halia looked at the man as her heart sank. Last night, when she asked him the same question, he had easily brushed her off. But, he must have sensed how serious she was when she wished for it again, yet he stood firmly with his decision. Perhaps, she had been too simple-minded; did she really think that this man would give up on such a big deal because of her. Who was she to him? Women swarmed over him every day? In fact, there was a possibility that she was just a toy while he was locked down here...
Halia furrowed her brows and picked up a knife.
Jackson looked at the woman in surprise. The way she held the knife looked so threatening. It almost looked like she wanted to stab it into his chest.
