Anna Jadwin had grown up with him since they were small, so she had seen every side of the ruthless Maxwell Cameron. How could she be afraid of him?
Even if he had changed and was no longer the same person she once knew—
In the past, no matter how vicious he was, he could never bring himself to hurt even a strand of her hair.
But that sense of familiarity that connected them like blood relatives made it impossible for her to treat him as a stranger.
Anna Jadwin stubbornly raised her chin and stared at him coldly.
After three years, looking at him this close for the first time, her heart pounded loudly.
"Are you feeling guilty?"
The gemstone ended up in her hands as she had wished.
Maxwell Cameron tilted his head slightly, calmly watching her with an intensely keen interest, his eyes filled with a wolfish glint.
He was very interested in this fearless woman.
Anna Jadwin carefully examined the gemstone—
