Chelsea furrowed her brows deeply. “What did I do to you?”

Altsin didn’t reply, but his slightly furrowed eyebrows seemed to say, “As expected, pretending not to remember after waking up.”

Chelsea felt inexplicably uneasy under his gaze.

Could it be that she really did something to him?

But what could she do to a tall, strong ex-special forces officer?

Chelsea seriously doubted he was making things up, turning black into white, and shifting the blame onto her. If he did something wrong, he had the nerve to blame her? How could he still be considered a man?

They stared at each other for about three seconds. Just as Chelsea...