She couldn't show mercy, nor could she retreat. Wayne Bailey, you put us on a dead-end road. Now, you kneel down and apologize, wanting to turn back... How could that be possible...
...
In the morning, Anna Jadwin woke up early, while Wayne Bailey had knelt in the same position all night.
He was kneeling in front of the bed, just like she was kneeling in front of him three years ago—
She acted as if she saw nothing, got up, washed up, and opened the closet to choose her clothes.
Wayne Bailey's posture sagged slightly, his experienced gaze followed her every move, to which she remained completely indifferent.
"Where are you going—"
When she walked out of the bathroom dressed to go out, Wayne Bailey asked through gritted teeth.
"If you like to kneel, keep kneeling..." Anna Jadwin said indifferently, "I will not forgive you, even if you kneel for the rest of your life."