Viola didn't turn around. Her cold eyes narrowed and her tone was cold. "Once is probably not enough. If you can die a thousand times, I will consider it."
After that, she did not linger. She immediately went upstairs and returned to her room. She locked the door and threw away the sleeping robe that Jerry had touched. She took a new one from the closet and hung it on the clothes rack before going back to bed.
However, she didn't fall asleep. When she closed her eyes, the scenes of her childhood playing with Jerry appeared in her mind.
She thought about the time when she used to worship him, admire him, and like to raise her head and call him Jerry...
She didn't know if it was because of her pregnancy, but she always felt that she had become softer than before.
For Jerry, this abnormal beast, she would actually feel a trace of reluctance.