Not until she managed to quiet her own voice did she hear his deep, hoarse words, "I will turn myself in," his voice was low, "you can sue me."
Turn himself in?
Chi Huan lifted her gaze and finally looked him straight in the eye.
Before he uttered those words, she had never thought that this matter would end like this; of course, she wouldn't easily let it go just because he said so.
The man was kneeling on one knee on the carpet at the foot of the bed, his handsome face showing no emotion, nor any sign of discomfiture, his voice calm and cool despite its husky quality.
Chi Huan watched him for a good while.
During this process, he neither spoke again nor got up, seemingly waiting for her judgment, seemingly devoid of any intention to explain, silent and taciturn.
She got out from under the blanket, her bare feet pressed against the carpet as she walked to the foot of the bed and sat down in front of him.
