Chapter 35 A Frail Scheming Woman
- Beatrice picked at her clean fingertips, which was now pale. With her head lowered, she stared at the string of digits on her phone screen until it went blank, but her calls were not answered.
- As her anxiety persisted, she bit her bottom lip until the shape of her beautiful lips changed while her cold pale face appeared frail.
- This is the first time Joaquin missed my call.