y feeling in her chest, her eyes puffy from crying all night. Her body still ached, not only physically but also mental

ight's events immediately flooded his mind. But there was no regret in his e

up again. But Samuel, without a shred of empathy, sat o

l asked in a flat voice

head, her small hands tightly gripping t

annoying. "There's no point in crying, Clara.

re than just a mistake-it was a terrible nightmare. But how could she r

ered in a trembling voi

course not. This will be our secret," he said, his voice

weakly, tears flowing

thout a word. The bathroom door closed with a

e cold water run over his skin, but nothing could erase the image of Clara's crying face from his mind. Even though he was a man known

oubts disappeared. His eyes turned cold once again when he

re?" Samuel asked in

tear-filled eyes. "Mr. Samuel... my clothes...

to the wardrobe. He pulled out a long shirt and

n a commanding tone, "an

ds. She knew there was no point in arguing or asking for

oked away. His eyes were on the window, but his mind was blank, not wanti

ack, she stood up with a trembling body and walked out of th