Sophie Wexler stood by the bed, staring fixedly at Cillian Forrest. An intense battle raged within her.
'How can someone in this world be so shameless! Ugh!'
"It seems you want me to help you." As he spoke, Cillian Forrest started to get up.
"Stop!" Sophie Wexler immediately threw out a hand to stop him. "I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself."
In the end, she had to yield to a certain someone's tyrannical power.
'A wise woman knows when to bend and when to stand firm. No need to show off for a moment's bravado.'
'I just got caught after trying to run away, so it's better to be sensible. Better to be sensible.'
Sophie Wexler brainwashed herself. Under Cillian Forrest's gaze, she slowly lifted the covers.
Her every move was as if someone had hit the slow-motion button at half-speed.
The next second, Cillian Forrest ripped the covers away, his movements incredibly swift and decisive.
"Get in."
Sophie Wexler: "..."
'You're not even pretending anymore!'
