He only did what he liked.
From beginning to end.
Sometimes, Ella Jackson even felt that he wasn't new at all.
He cared too little about fame and fortune.
This indifference didn't seem like someone who had nothing, but rather like someone who had once owned the world but never cared for its glamor.
"I don't like Clara Sanders..." Seeing that she pursed her lips and didn'tsay anything, Collins Aiden spoke again in a light tone.
When he mentioned Clara Sanders, his eyes dimmed for a moment.
It was like a deep pain that he tried to suppress but accidentally revealed.
"You don't have to explain your relationship with her to me." Ella hesitated for just a second before decisively speaking.
"But...I want to say." Collins suddenly reached out, grasped her shoulders, and slightly tightened his grip.
Ella's shoulders hurt from his grip, but she couldn't break free.
