TB

CHAPTER 60

“Eat everything.”

He ordered, pouring wine into Grace's glass. Grace glanced sideways at the plates lined up beside her with blank eyes.

She wanted to live, so she was not in a position to refuse her food. Besides, when she had the worry about them giving her rotten food, she didn't have to refuse this hospitality beyond her expectations. However, the problem was…

“Don't think you can get anything out of a hunger strike.”

Grace's cutback on food these days was misunderstood by Winston as preparing for a hunger strike.

'It's fortunate that he doesn't seem to know the real reason.'

She was losing her weight anyway, thanks to that beast harassing her so hard, so maybe it was okay to eat a good meal.

Grace took a sip of the refreshing wine and picked up the oyster.

'Anyway, it's creepy that he was keeping an eye on the amount of food I ate.'

The man's hungry eyes remained the same throughout the meal. It was not an appetite, as he spent more time looking at her than chewing something in his mouth.

“Anyway, why isn't your fiancé looking for you?”

Halfway through the main dish, he suddenly mentioned Jimmy to his mouth. It was an out-of-the-box subject to Grace but not to Leon. He was on the alert that Little Jimmy might try to save her. Nonetheless, he saw no signs.

No signs of them planting new people, no signs of raids, no surveillance, nothing.

It was embarrassing.

'Did he give up?'

The woman in front of him looked pitiful.

“I don't know what you like about that kind of irresponsible man, he even promised to marry you. Miss Riddle, you look pathetic.”

Grace, believing that it wasn't that Jimmy wouldn't rescue her, just that he couldn't, was unfazed.

The first step in the rescue was for her to get out of the annex. Grace knew very well that attacking Winston was not easy in reality and that it would do more harm than good, so she wasn't upset at all.

“He was a very exemplary pimp, dedicating his woman to the military. Miss Riddle, being engaged to a pimp is turning you into a prostitute.”

'Hurry up and eat or go.'

As she thought so, Grace moved her fork, pretending not to hear Winston continue to speak ill of Jimmy.

“So, tell me what the prostitute school is like.”

The woman who kept ignoring his words cast a sharp gaze.

“Ah, I already know you couldn't go there. I mean, your friends would have gone.”

“Why do you keep talking nonsense like that?”

Nonsense… Yes, it could be nonsense.

Leon leaned loosely on the back of his chair and smiled.

“Yes, the school must be an exaggerated rumor. However, it is true that they use honey traps to seduce officers and steal information.”

When he told the woman, who denied that that was nonsense, about the recently captured mistress of the Western Commander, she got an astonishing reply.

“You must have mistaken her for a mistress just because they ate a few meals. Men are ahead of themselves more than you think.”

Leon was speechless for a moment. Those words sounded like she was saying that with sincerity, rather than protecting her allies.