Her heart raced as she gazed at his side profile, almost getting mesmerized before she could only look away and lower her head, a thousand thoughts galloping in her mind.
’What is he doing!?’
’Why is he holding my hand?"
’His hold isn’t that strong...’
’I could break away...’
’Why aren’t you breaking away...?’
’You should curse him like you did before...’
’He won’t take revenge... he has been easy to talk to. A true gentleman...’
’Why aren’t you doing anything...!?’
’Jillian Hayden, are you crazy!?’
Her voice screamed at her, wanting to move, but her hand didn’t seem to listen.
Her fingers unconsciously curled around his.
The realization caused her eyes to widen in shock as a wave of panic surged through her. She immediately loosened her grip, yet she still couldn’t resolve to get her hand out of the grasp.
For the first time, she felt forced to confront something that she had ignored- no, simply hadn’t realized because her thoughts were fully focused on betrayal and survival.
On that day when she arrived at the City Lord’s bedchambers with immense resolve, he didn’t simply allow her to kill herself even though she tried to kill him with a terrifying poison and failed. Instead, he went as far as to save her a few more times. He had no need to do so when he was here on some kind of mission himself, even at the risk of battling with the Celestial Transcendent.
In all that chaos, he still thought of her well-being and encouraged her to live and abandon thoughts of revenge against her own parents.
What was the reason to do all of that?
What was the need for a terrifying evil to do all of that?
The more she thought about it, the more she began reminiscing about all he did for her that she missed.
She had immense confidence in her beauty. Any man would go crazy if they had her on their bed, but he spoke patiently and looked without lust in his eyes.
Jillian Hayden bit her lips, ’I...’
Everything became blurry in her vision as her eyes turned misty.
Her lips quivered as she found herself suddenly full of warmth when it had been all too cold for the past month. The fear and rage that filled her soul felt as though they were slowly being cleansed away by that hand as it provided her immense security even under the oppressive atmosphere of the heavenly tribulation.
She felt absurd.
Why did she have to feel this way?
The other party was a married man. It wasn’t just one wife but above thirty.
Does finding a man who is her type have to be so difficult? Why would he be reserved by so many women like this?
She felt indignant.
"..."
Davis felt her grabbing his hand tightly as though she was trying to crush it. He turned to look at her face as she also turned to look at her, her gaze full of reproach.
It wasn’t a gaze of rejection but a gaze filled with a tinge of obsession and pure jealousy.
At this moment, the heavenly tribulation began to recede, and Jillian Hayden hurriedly pulled her hand back, glaring at him as she returned to her desk.
"..." Evelynn watched the two of them with a side eye. Before anyone noticed, her serpent mask was already on her face.
Then, she smiled at them before turning to look down at the streets, on top of a three-story building.
Sure enough, Venerable Knight Lussandra was standing on the rooftop, seething with hatred in her eyes.