She struggled to articulate her words clearly and logically. Each word seemed like she was cutting the umbilical cord between them, which she had nurtured with her passion, little by little with a knife, blood gushing. Travis Miller's grip on her wrist was almost crushing her wrist bone, causing her to frown in pain.
Yet he just stared at her expression, suddenly letting out a cold laugh.
This made her hurt?
He really wanted to experience how much pain she was expressing now.
And then compare it with his current pain to see the difference.
But in the end, seeing her pale face breaking out in a cold sweat, he relaxed his grip slightly but still held her tightly, gazing deeply into her eyes, and finally spoke slowly.
"Fine."
Abigail Hemsworth's heart suddenly felt like plastic on a blazing fire, shrinking instantly into a ball.
A convulsion of pain.
