Her guilty little movements, Miles Martin had long seen through them clearly, with a smile in his eyes: "Just say, if you have other wicked thoughts about me, let your tomorrow... be entirely in my hands."
"Eh?" Emilia Johnny looked at him in surprise: "What did you say?"
Miles Martin repeated: "If you lie, then your tomorrow will be in my hands."
His tone was too serious, Emilia Johnny felt like something was amiss: "Wh-why make such a vow?"
The 'tomorrow' in Miles Martin's mouth certainly wasn't just referring to the next day but meant the future...
"Just say it... If you don't, it only proves you're feeling guilty."
Emilia Johnny glanced at his lips, she had just personally tested that texture, she took a breath: "Okay, I swear... if I have other wicked thoughts about Miles Martin, let my tomorrow be... be in his hands..."
"Why are you making me say this?"
