She sat down beside Han, extending her delicate ankle, indicating for him to fasten the anklet.
Han’s expression remained unyielding. An anklet?
He knew women liked to wear ornaments on their necks and wrists, but tying something around an
ankle was new to him.
He found it baffling and somewhat distasteful.
“Why do you want me to do that?”
Blushing, Mavis borated.
“Because if you fasten the anklet around my ankle yourself, it means you’ve trapped me, and I’m yours.
You can only like me.”
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
Just when Mavis thought she had seeded, Han stood up, his face stern, threw the red rope at
her, and stalked to the balcony.
“I won’t do it. I don’t have any interest in women. Don’t make me do such peculiar things. And don’t
come here anymore. Even if you do, I won’t have the servants open the door for you.”
The red rope brushed across Mavis’ face, causing a slight sting. But what truly ached was her heart,
and her eyes reddened.
“You’re lying. You said you don’t like any woman, but you Like Miss Brown.”
Suddenly, Han spun around, his eyes fierce.
“Shut up!”
Mavis dared not say another word and lowered her head.
When Han turned back around, she had already gone. He retrieved the gun from under the pillow
and resumed his cleaning.
After departing Penins Vi, Mavis wandered along the road. Out of nowhere, she heard footsteps
behind her. As she turned, a sack was thrust over her head.
In a damp, forsaken house, Mavis was backed into a moldy corner.
“What… What are you doing? I don’t know you at all.”
A man wielded a gleaming dagger, pressing it to her.
“Tell me, what did you see in Penins Vi?”
What did she see in Penins Vi? Mavis’ lips began to tremble uncontrobly.
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She immediately recalled Han’s warning.
“If you tell anyone about Marcus’ injury, you’ll meet a miserable end.”
At the time, she thought she could keep the secret, believing herself trustworthy. But now, faced with
danger, she had to choose between her life and her loyalty.