He watched as Elly Campbell looked at him with indifferent eyes, as if she were holding a knife, slowly stabbing it into his heart, the movement so slow, it pained him to death and back, but she just wouldn't grant him a quick end.
The feeling of pain without blood was truly unbearable.
He just watched silently as her eyes, sharp as blade edges, repeatedly executed his heart. After a long time, he barely managed to utter a low sound, "I'm sorry."
Apart from sorry, he couldn't find any words to defend himself.
Elly Campbell did not have any extreme reaction, but simply stood up slowly from her chair and said, "No need to apologize. Do you know why I appeared there?"
She stood in front of him, her gaze serene, "I received a strange text message, saying you were having a private meeting with someone, I went to catch you in the act."
Her words were spoken calmly, without any psychological burden.
