Looking at her determined expression, there was a sense of a brave man breaking his wrist, facing death without fear.
Ah, an enemy, an enemy that she had raised herself. No matter how much he threatened her now, she seemed to have the stance of a broken pot crashing.
Could he do anything about her like this?
These last few encounters have fully proven: he couldn't!
In his thoughts, Gem Atkinson slowly sat up, crossing his legs on the bed, his obsidian-like eyes tightly staring at her.
This gaze was becoming more and more inscrutable.
Forsythia Brown felt a little guilty, turning her eyes away first, wondering in her heart how much she had revealed in her sleep talk. After all, this man always liked to hide a hand when playing cards, and she didn't know if he had done so just now.
"I'll ask you one last time, are you really not going even if you die?"
"Yes, I won't go even if I die."
"Good, very good."
