"I know far more about you than your wife does. Want to hear a secret?" she said softly, her voice little more than a whisper. Even so, Zhang Han's eyes widened, and he fixed a hard stare on the peculiar woman sitting on the couch.
He caught her faint sigh and noticed how she deliberately slowed her breathing, as though her heart was beating unevenly. Now that she had his genuine attention, Mei Xing took one last moment to reconsider the decision she'd forced upon herself before sneaking into his bedroom. She could have escaped the house and all the dramatic chaos unfolding beyond these walls. She knew she risked harm by staying. But perhaps, after tonight, who knew what might happen to her?
She was still uncertain whether she could place her hope in Lu Jianjun, a man who had yet to accept her fully—and she wasn't sure he ever would. They had too many unresolved issues, too many loose ends to tie.