Stella Pendleton looked at him, saw clear, unwavering rejection in his eyes, with no hint of...
A shadow of sorrow and unwillingness emerged in her heart.
She was unwilling to accept this answer; she felt it shouldn't be like this. She had tried so hard to be with him. Why was he so resolute? Why wasn't there any response?
This isn't right!
She knew the impression she first gave him was wrong, so she changed. Had he completely failed to notice her changes?
As long as he was willing to be with her, even if only for a few days, he would surely understand what kind of person she was and feel how much she liked him.
As long as he was willing to try being with her.
Stella Pendleton sank into this obsession, treating it as truth.
"Henry Shipton, I just ask you to be with me for a week, just a week."
Seeing he still clearly expressed his refusal, Stella Pendleton steeled herself and gritted her teeth.
