He nodded, a little distracted.

The car was parked downstairs in the villa where he lived. I looked at him and saw that his eyes were droopy and his black eyes were deep and hesitant. He seemed to have something on his mind.

For a long time, he returned to his mind, looked at me very seriously, and said, "Ivelle, do you still hate me?"

I was stupefied, "What?"

"With how I abused you and with what I did to Maisie's family. " His voice was getting louder and louder, but it was not like him.

I pursed my lips and sank my face slightly. "Liam, those things are over....