Clarice quickly calmed down.
She stood in front of the door, blocking Hunter who wanted to enter.
"How did you find my house? What do you want?"
Her tone was cold, but Hunter didn’t seem upset.
"Aren’t you going to invite me in for a cup of coffee?"
Clarice responded coldly, "Look, I don't know what you're after, but I'm asking you nicely to leave. There's nothing for us to talk about."
"Clarice, I’m sorry for what happened in the past."
Hunter, wearing rimless glasses, looked like a composed doctor.
But his black pupils behind the lenses glimmered like those of a wild wolf.
Could someone like him truly feel remorse?
Clarice wasn’t easily trusting others anymore.
"I don’t want to hear your insincere apologies. Please leave."
She didn’t want to say more and raised her hand to sh
