He left?
He let her go like this, which did surprise her a bit.
She thought that tonight... there was no way she could escape, that kind of pain would come again...
But unexpectedly, he left.
Did he find her so disgusting at this point?
Just like those two years...
Thinking about it, Jessica couldn't help but laugh bitterly and then turned her head to look at the bedside...
On the floor, only that discarded coat of Edward Noah Jackson remained.
Jessica shrunk her body and pulled the quilt over herself, trembling involuntarily...
...
The next morning, Michelle Campbell turned over in bed and inadvertently placed her hand on Samuel Noah Jackson's chest.
Under her fingers, there was an uneven scar...
She paused then slowly opened her eyes, her gaze stopping on the scar on his chest.
Although she had grown accustomed to the large scar on his chest, she couldn't help feeling a little heartbroken when she saw it again at this moment.
