Jonathan trembled upon hearing that. His gaze toward Nanoe carried a trace of longing and greed, but that emotion was quickly concealed, leaving only fear and unease.
Nanoe did not give Jonathan any opportunity to approach, as if she were the moon high in the sky, forever out of reach.
The gap between them kept widening. By now, he believed that even if he used that thing, he still would not be able to buy Nanoe from Rover.
Jonathan struggled to stand up. On the side where his arm had been severed, the wound had not healed, causing sharp pain.
Clutching his severed arm, he stared at Nanoe and asked softly, "Nanoe, do I really have no chance at all?"
Nanoe glanced at him, then turned her gaze away.
No words were spoken, yet it conveyed everything. She did not bother speaking because Jonathan was not someone worthy of her words.
Jonathan naturally understood. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with hatred and jealousy.
