Standing inside the cell, separated by iron bars, Chloe Bishop looked at Xavier Grayson on the other side and felt a pang of sorrow for herself. Even now, she still felt trapped in this dungeon—swallowing her pride, powerless to change her fate.
Xavier Grayson watched her in silence, his expression unreadable.
After a moment, she stepped out of the cell, walked past him, and entered the elevator. "Let's go back. After tonight, I won't mention it again."
Neither she spoke on the way up.
She didn't return to the master bedroom. Instead, she went into the room across the hall and locked the door. That night, Xavier Grayson didn't come knocking.
In the dead of night, a slender figure slipped out of the master bedroom. Barefoot and silent, she made her way into the basement, her feet touch
