"Do you also think I did it?"
Oh... It was clearly superfluous of her to ask.
If he hadn't decided it was her, would he have stood by and let his subordinates hurt her?
For another woman, he was so quick to condemn her, to say she was his wife was less accurate than to say she was a plaything at his beck and call.
She had told herself not to expect anything, so why? Why couldn't she learn her lesson?
Kevin Cliff put down his knife and fork, took a clean napkin from the maid, wiped his hands, and then slowly lifted his eyes to look at her, with a demeanor akin to an ancient emperor bestowing grace.
"I gave you a chance last night; it was you who didn't cherish it," he said coldly.
So, the matter he was speaking of just now was also this. He had suspected her all along.
Since he suspected her, yet could still embrace her as if nothing was amiss... to what terrifying extent could he go?
"I understand." No need to explain, for explanations were futile.
