In fact, he didn't need Winter's answer. He already had a good guess even without her saying anything.
He could more than imagine what kind of deranged words some snake-tongued character might have said.
Still, a stubbornness to hear Winter's answer was welling up in his heart.
Just in case, just maybe.
Because he was afraid of what if those words were sincere.
Hugo's face was hardening involuntarily, wanting to hide the strange emotion slowly rising, unable to control his heart becoming anxious without knowing why.
He couldn't understand how his feelings for this woman had grown so much without him realizing.
So tell me, hurry.
Tell me that saying you don't want me isn't true.
But Winter gave no answer. She was just becoming paler as she endured his chilly gaze.
"I..."
Winter hesitated for a long time.
