Chapter 217 Display

"…agree," Ren said, her voice steady but low, as if she was still coming to terms with her own words.

She took a deep, shuddering breath, and it felt as though the weight of years of repression was finally starting to lift. It wasn't just relief she felt—it was liberation.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, she had a say in her life, a sliver of control that she had fought for in silence.

Across from her, Ross leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips as he observed her.

"Nice. Come to me then. I want to feel your smooth, white skin in my hands," he said, his tone thick with insinuation.

His eyes glinted darkly as he pushed his chair back, the movement slow and deliberate, leaving no doubt about his intentions. He patted his lap, wordlessly beckoning her to sit.

Ren stiffened. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she met his gaze, her resolve hardening.