"Six years ago, I lost a game and found someone to complete a task, but he played tricks on me, not only did I lose a dollar, but he also ruined our gathering. Do you think I suffered a loss?"
Her voice was clear, even with a hint of complaint, it remained melodious.
She finally decided to be honest.
Keane's eyes gradually softened, "Blame him for not fulfilling the promise?"
"Blame this promise for hanging over me, wanting to find him and get that dollar back but couldn't find him."
With those words.
She extended her palm towards him, "Return that dollar to me completely."
"The money is already gone. But..." Keane's deep voice drew out a lingering sentiment, "I can repay you in another way, with any interest you want."
"What..."
Inexplicably, Claire felt her heart tremble.
The man gazed at her deeply, his eyes like bottomless vortices, as if poised to engulf her.
Instinctively, she wanted to retreat.
