The ceiling light in the bedchamber was very bright.
Kevin Clark leaned back in the chair, feeling the dazzling light. However, he felt that the surroundings were too dark, encroaching on him bit by bit.
"Brother Arthur, you're really hard to deceive," Charlotte Lane looked at the increasingly red corners of his eyes and complained, "It's so hard to hide something from you. I need to be highly focused every day, fearing that a single mistake would arouse suspicion. You taught me, you know me too well. But ... it's because of that, I know you too."
"So..." Charlotte Lane stood up, leaned down, and touched Kevin Clark's eyebrows, "I'm very clear that as long as I control you, no one can stop me."
Kevin Clark couldn't speak; he could only look at her with pleading eyes, trying to hold her back.
