Hand clutching his collar, suddenly tightened.
As she saw him question over and over what we had done wrong, Chloe Stephens' eyes suddenly warmed, and tears began to swirl within them.
This version of Len Hawthorne was heartbreaking.
"Len Hawthorne."
Chloe Stephens sternly scolded.
She was losing control, too.
For the first time, she tasted the flavor of losing control.
The Len Hawthorne in front of her now was very different from the usual. His gaze was icy and penetrating, with flashes of red as if signaling complete loss of control.
The only thing that comforted her was that he was still tightly holding onto her.
"Snap out of it, I can't get you out of here when you're like this."
Hearing her voice, Len Hawthorne gradually regained his calm.
Recognizing the person in front of him, Len frowned somewhat awkwardly and said, "Chloe?"
"It's me."
Hearing him call her normally, Chloe sighed with relief.