"Soulmates? If you are trying to humor me, I suggest you try harder because I don't find it funny."
Simon laughed. He pointed his forefinger at Lauren while laughing. "Your feisty attitude really amuses me. I wasn't trying to humor you, though. Watching people acting proud and trying to resist their oppressors even when they know they don't have the upper hand—that is my kind of humor, Lauren."
"What exactly do you need from me? I know you lured me here for a purpose, and I'd rather you tell me what you want right now than prolong this boring and worthless chitchat."
Simon's fingers stopped tapping the armrest of his chair. "Of course, I have a purpose for bringing you here. But why are you so impatient anyway? It is our chance to have a heart-to-heart talk for the first time and you are so eager to leave? For what?" He smirked cruelly. "So you can go back to your bastard of a husband?"
