"Why don't you just trust me?"
He pressed his lips together, his fingers gradually tightening around the teapot handle. When he looked at her, his deep, cold eyes revealed a trace of pain and anger: "Being with me makes you so miserable, so hard to endure? You beg me to let you go, but if I let you go, who will save me?"
His eyes, filled with agony, fixed deeply on her, emotions surging within them so complex and indescribable. In his deep gaze was the anger, disappointment, and pain of being rejected by her, along with a hint of cold ruthlessness and cruelty.
Give up on her?
How could that be possible!
The only thing he wanted now was her. His desire to possess her had already grown stronger than his ambition and aspirations in his career.
If he couldn't have her, then even if he conquered half the empire, what would it mean?
Without the person he cared most about to share his success and joy with him, everything turned tasteless and dull.
