"Don't touch me. You're not allowed to do that."

Lynn froze, unaccustomed to Benson s stroking. He looked like petting a puppy.

Hearing her words, Benson let go of her, his eyes cold.

"How did you get the wound on the back of your head?"

Lynn took a step back, arms folded in self-preservation.

"Huh, stop being hypocritical. It's already lucky of me as you don't strangle me. It has nothing to do with you about how I got the wound. Go away and stay away from me."

"Is it because of Katrina?"

Benson pursed his lips tightly, feeling he was about to lose his anger. Neil was right that...