Then, in a gentle voice, he said, "Fluffy, you should go home first."
It was already late. If she didn't return home, her family would start to worry. After all, she was a girl; she couldn't compare to him.
Fluffy Zane only felt a chill permeate her entire body. Go home? He wanted her to go home first?
Hearing this, she suddenly started to laugh. As she laughed, her vision blurred.
William Guillen's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he watched tears slowly well up in her eyes, reflecting the light and shimmering.
He raised his hand, placed it on her head, and whispered, "Have I been too good to you lately, giving you the wrong idea, hm?"
His words were light, his tone incredibly gentle. If not for the coldness hidden beneath the surface, one might easily mistake his words for the intimate whispers of a lover.
But if one listened closely, they could feel the heartlessness and cruelty in his words. Every word stung.
