CHAPTER 135 Are You Afraid I'll Eat You?

　　At this point, I had to clarify things.

　　I hurriedly said to Jack, "Jack, you've got it all wrong. It's not like you think. We…"

　　"Girl, you can't keep harping on the same issue. There's no such thing as a perfect person. Even if he did something wrong, you should give him a chance to change, right?"

　　Before I could finish my sentence, they all jumped in, insisting that Salvatore and I were just a couple having a little quarrel.

　　In the end, they pushed and coaxed us into the room.

　　When we first arrived, I had noticed that there were only two bedrooms here. They gave us one, which meant the other big guys, including Jack, would all have to cram into the other room.

　　Salvatore turned on the flashlight on his phone, and the dim light barely illuminated the small room.

　　There was a wooden bed, a desk, and a chair, with an old TV sitting on the desk.