Chapter 83 Entangled in Despair
- Such words were particularly grating, yet she had no choice.
- Her hand, which had attempted to stop him, reluctantly released its grip as Chase's hand had already slipped beneath her down jacket, revealing layers upon layers of clothing - a sweater, a padded vest, and even thermal wear nestled inside.
- He furrowed his brow in puzzlement. "Are you an old lady? Why wear so much?"