Chapter 402 Are You Sick?

• Samantha's lips curled into a bitter smile. "You don't trust me, Finley. So, it doesn't matter what I say. Even if I told you right now that I love you, you'd think I was lying."
• Finley's face remained as cold and impassive as a marble statue. "If you don't want me to think you're lying," he said, each word sharp as a knife, "then stop hurting me every time I start to fall for you again."
• Who was really hurting whom here?