Regina tightened her grip on the fork, her fingers turning white with tension. She bit her lip lightly, her gaze locked onto the man sitting across from her, eyes burning with defiance.
"I can agree to stay here for a month… to be your mate…" She paused, as if summoning every ounce of strength to force out the next words. "But I need to work… I… I really need the money."
Her voice faltered toward the end, tinged with quiet despair. She should be breaking down, hiding away somewhere to cry her heart out. She shouldn't be giving in. But damn it all, she had no choice. Reality was merciless, and she had no grounds to be sentimental.
Waldo remained impassive, his expression unreadable. He didn't even spare her a glance, continuing his meal at an unhurried pace. His movements were refined yet exuded an air of dark allure, his indifference laced with an underlying sense of danger.