"I loved you so humbly. I loved you so much I lost myself, lost all reason. And you? You never even spared me a single glance.
What's wrong with me? Am I inferior to Clara Grant in some way? Seth Quinn, tell me, why can't you just love me?"
Faye Jennings spoke through her tears, but Seth Quinn didn't even spare her a glance. Instead, he turned his gaze to Clara Grant, his eyes tender and his tone indulgent. "Clara, how do you want to punish her? Just tell me what you want, and I'll do it."
Faye Jennings almost couldn't breathe, and for a moment, she even forgot to cry.
'Here I am, confessing my heart out so miserably, and he just acts like he can't see or hear me?'
'Could anything be more soul-crushing than this?'
'Ha. Seth Quinn… that man's heart is so hard, so cold! But when it comes to Clara Grant, he's nothing but soft and warm.'
'I've lost. I've lost completely and utterly!'
