A tool without any emotional attachment!
But... "Andrew, didn't you feel even the slightest bit of affection for me these days? The considerate and gentle treatment you showed me in public, those tender moments, were they all fake? Not even a tiny bit, even just a little bit, came from your heart?"
William Smith didn't stop his stride and glanced sideways at Sherry Taylor, his voice icy and merciless, "No."
Sherry Taylor's face turned white, and she stopped chasing after William Smith.
As she watched his figure fading away from her sight, so merciless.
Could it be that her heartfelt devotion meant so much less to him than Amelia Clarke's cold words?
There was a slight snapping sound, and her beautiful fingernail was forcefully broken off; bright red blood quickly flowed out, dripping onto the ground through her fingers.
She didn't even frown, reaching out to pull off the broken nail and discard it.
