Deadly Sketching

11

However, I still had a question to ask him in person. Otherwise, I couldn't reconcile myself to it.

"Mark, have you ever loved me? Even just a little?"

He didn't answer but snorted coldly.

Then he tightened his grip and asked me contemptuously, "Do you deserve it?"

His eyes were full of disdain. I was humiliating myself just now.

I hated to accept this. I continued, "Mark, you called me babe, and you coaxed me to sleep every day. You spoiled me! You must love me too, right?"

Unexpectedly, his shoulders shook as he laughed again. He was smiling, but his eyes were full of disgust.

As if afraid I didn't get it, he asked again, "Do you deserve it?"

His retort was like reminding me that the name he called out every time he was tender to me was Mindy.

So, I didn't even deserve to be Amanda's substitute. He pretended to dote on me to make me step into the trap he set and kill the five of them to avenge Amanda's death.