Various emotions intertwined, making it hard to discern.
But there was one emotion that Fiona Schmidt caught, and that was heartache.
Did he feel sorry for her? Really feel sorry for her?!
"Norton Abyss, today you won't leave until you make things clear!" Fiona was anxious, tightly grabbing his arm, clutching it without intending to let go.
"Tch." The man suddenly laughed, his hand clasping her shoulder, then his expression turned serious, "I never intended to leave…"
What? Fiona's mind buzzed; she felt like her brain was not keeping up, unable to grasp the meaning in his words.
Norton Abyss, something was off about him, really off! He had always kept his distance from her, but tonight he was so close, and even proactive about it.
"What do you mean? What exactly do you mean? Speak clearly!..." Her hand still exerted force, her nails nearly tearing through the man's sleeve, her small face full of urgency, confusion, and bewilderment.
