TB

CHAPTER 123

‘This man is curious about my thoughts.’

“I wonder what kind of whim you’re going to have again.”

Pff. A chuckle brushed her ear.

“You?”

Grace turned her head towards the man. Her face was so close that she could clearly see it reflected in his light blue eyes.

“What are you thinking?”

The man asked, staring at her for a long time with emotionless eyes.

“I’m curious about what you’re thinking.”

A shiver ran down her spine. She could only hope that the collar he had kindly pulled up would conceal her obvious reaction.

As she looked into those emotionless eyes, she understood the true meaning behind the question.

Initially, she had thought he was genuinely interested in her thoughts, filled with affection and concern. But now, the question ‘What are you thinking?’ sounded more like an interrogation, probing deeper into some hidden agenda.

“In other words, we both had the thought that we couldn’t trust each other.”

As Grace defended herself once again, the man smiled faintly, as he didn’t expect it.

“I guess it’s fate. Even standing at opposite ends, we have the same thoughts.”

His lips pressed together as he murmured the abominable words.

“Do you believe me when I say I love you?”

He asked, his lips pressed together. She stared at him intently before replying.

“No.”

The man parted his lips and chuckled lightly.

“I can’t trust you, so why would I believe that? And usually, people don’t insist that taking me out once after keeping me locked up is proof of love.”

No, Winston. You’re doing well. So, open up even more than now.

Whether her provocation was effective or not, the man’s face turned slightly annoyed before he asked firmly.

“So, what do I have to do for you to trust me?”

“Love me like any other man would, normally.”

The man’s gaze turned icy.

Grace knew why this simple request bothered him.

In their twisted relationship, nothing was ever normal—beginnings, separations, and reunions. For ordinary lovers, they would never walk the swamp of death, betrayal, conspiracy, and hatred. In a relationship where everything was distorted, the distorted love was perhaps the only normal thing.

Paradoxically, ordinary love was brutally twisted.

The man, who had been silent for a moment, began to say with an expression that was truly twisted sarcastically.

“Ah, like Jimmy? Would you believe me if I said I loved you with poison like him?”

Even Grace’s judgment seemed to be distorted now.

“Why do you keep bringing up past stories?”

“I’m curious if it’s really all in the past.”

“Even you, too, have a fiancée…”

“It’s just a business transaction based on a thorough cost-benefit analysis, so don’t try to turn my engagement into something fundamentally different from yours, more than anyone else,”