"He loves you deeply, and you should know that well!" Westin's gaze grew colder, his eyes sharp with the typical intensity of a detective.
"He's very cautious, and right now you're the only one who can get close to him. We hope you can be by his side, pretend to love him, and help us gather the intelligence we need to dismantle this massive drug production network!"
"What?" Clarisse could hardly believe what Westin was saying. She covered her mouth and shook her head repeatedly, rejecting the idea.
"It's impossible, impossible! How can I pretend to love Wooden Drucker? What about Jonathan? We've only just reached this point…"
As she spoke, she recalled the bittersweet journey she and Jonathan had been through, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.
He had finally come to love her, she had finally resolved her feelings and accepted him. How could she bear to abandon this hard-won happiness?
Westin sighed heavily, his gaze full of regret.
