Chapter 69 confrontation on the rooftop

She had me under her thumb for a year, and yet she still had the nerve to paint me as the bad guy?

I cursed inwardly, then analyzed her words line by line for deeper meanings.

Soon, I reached a conclusion. It seemed like this woman subconsciously wanted me to apologize to her and then coax her!

If that was the case, it meant I had begun to find a way into her heart.

There was a saying that love could turn into hate, and hate could turn back into love. It sounded paradoxical, but such feelings did exist.

Like the famous Stockholm Syndrome.

My heart suddenly pounded, and I cautiously asked: [I think I understand what you're saying. Haven't you noticed? It seems like that jerk is becoming more significant to you.]

Melody: (Oh... really? I just feel like I'm starting to dislike him more.)