After a long while, Howard Coleman finally spoke, his voice was so flat that it was almost devoid of any emotion, "He... is he treating you well?"
Andrew Henris was really good to her, impeccably so. Even though she had just lied, now, she was very sincere in saying, "He's very nice, and treats me well. During those years in Oceania, he took great care of me."
She paused, then pointing to the takeout on the table, continued, "Very accommodating of me, and he even said that for me, he would give up his career in Oceania to come to Ciawell."
Howard clenched the alcohol glass in his hand, and his empty chest suddenly began to beat rapidly, mingled with a heart-wrenching pain.
She had only uttered a few words, yet they revealed the man's tenderness and indulgence toward her—a stark contrast to the relentless harm and cruelty he, Howard, had inflicted upon her.
