“Galvin, I… it’s just my guess,” Fiona answered in a hurry. Her face contorted with pain, pleading, “Can you let go of me now?”

Galvin lowered his gaze and realized he was gripping Fiona by the arm with force.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized and regained his composure, forcing himself to calm down. “I asked Cory to send you back.”

Hearing this, Fiona throws her body to the man, hoping she can entice him like before. “Galvin, it is late. Why don’t you accompany me to my apartment? It’s been a long time since you visited me.”

Fiona stretched her arm to reach for Galvin’s collar, but before her fingers touched...