“Betty, do you think I’m some kind of devil?” Calvin asked.
“H-Huh? N-No.” Betty lowered her head.
"What are you afraid of me for?" Calvin asked her as he gazed into her eyes.
Betty's mouth opened, "I..."
She was unable to say anything.
She couldn't say that she indeed didn't think of him as the devil.
He was not the devil, but the fear he brought her was no different from the devil.
Seeing Betty lowering her head and acting as a shrinking turtle again, Calvin was more or less exhausted in his heart.
"Forget it, go out." He waved his hand again and let her out.
He knew that her fear of him was rooted in what his past self had done to her.
Even if she couldn't remember it now, her subconscious mind couldn't forget it.
That was why she was so cautious and uncomfortable when facing him, unable to get along with him very naturally.
It seemed that he still had a long way to go.
Calvin's eyes darkened as he thought.