Although Samara had known the answer, when she heard what Roland said, her expression changed.
Samara relaxed her grip, and the bag in her hand slipped from her wrist. It fell to the ground and hit their feet.
However, they ignored it. Samara looked into Roland's eyes and felt her heart tighten. "Roland, I want to calm down."
Samara did not want to go to the company. She picked up her bag and opened the door behind her.
Seeing the suitcase that Roland gave her, Samara hesitated for a moment and carried it in.
Roland, who was aggressive just now, stood at the door and looked at Samara with red eyes. He was helpless and sad, like a child who did something wrong and did not know what to do.
Samara could not bear to see this, but her mind was in turmoil.
Lowering her head, Samara gritted her teeth and closed the door.