Chapter 697 My Fault
- She made herself force out big, fat teardrops.
- She assumed that if she cried miserably enough, Shane would comfort her. However, the man's lips pursed as he held his ground. He didn't seem keen on pacifying her at all. Instead, his low voice growled out, “Indeed. You're at fault.”
- “W-what?” Jacqueline stopped sobbing and stared wide-eyed at the man in disbelief. “I'm at fault? You think it's my fault as well?”