Chapter 131

“Am I right, Sister?” he asked, using the familiar term as before. The slight upward inflection in his voice hinted at a deep affection.

However, she felt an immense weight on her chest, leaving her breathless.

Grace returned to the ward with Jason. Upon entering, he immediately dismissed the nurse.

Suddenly, they were alone.

Grace sat rigidly in her chair, her head bowed. She didn't know what he would do. If he felt her suffering after prison wasn't enough, if he intended to inflict further pain, why had he saved her on Thanksgiving?

Things could only worsen, couldn't they?

Yet, regardless of his intentions, she was powerless to resist. Three years of imprisonment had left her burdened. She understood fate's cruelty and her own insignificance. To those in power, she was merely a pawn, easily manipulated.

"Sister, don't you have anything else to ask me?" His elegant voice broke the silence.

Grace trembled. His voice was so pleasant, a melody in the stillness, exuding refinement.

She slowly looked up, meeting a beautiful, yet noble face—a complexion like clouds, a straight nose, thin lips curving into a slight smile, and amorous eyes shimmering with light.

He stood before her, looking down as if she were entirely within his control.

Grace unconsciously bit her lip, too hard, yet felt no pain.

He frowned, gently pinching her jaw. "Don't bite your lip. It hurts," he said softly.

This gentleness felt like the Jay she knew, not the Jason she feared.

Dazed, she stopped biting her lip.

His finger lightly brushed her lips, leaving a searing heat.

She jerked her head back. "Mr. Reed, when will this game end?"

His eyes darkened slightly. "Is that all you want to ask?"

What else was there to ask? The extent of her suffering was entirely in his hands; she could only endure.

Three years ago, it had been the same. Would three years make a difference?

She remained silent.

He took her hands, clasping them in his. "Your hands are cold," he said, rubbing them gently to warm them.