Jane gazed up at Alex in contempt. "What did you say?"
Suppressing his urge to hold her, to take his own jacket off and put it on her and carry her into the car, out of fear of provoking her, he responded calmly," You were right, Jane. I've been following you for days. I was worried that I might scare you into acting frantically, so I didn't dare to approach you. I'm telling you right now, I'm not here to kill you. I'm here to take you home."
Jane looked at Alex. A smile appeared and disappeared repeatedly before she threw the leftovers i n her hand onto the ground abruptly.
The leftovers immediately started leaking out of the bag and Alex's gaze subconsciously went down to the food that was inside the bag. There were prawn shells, bones with only half the meat hanging from them, and even a piece of bread that had been chewed through halfway. His heart ached at the sight as though someone was cutting into it.
"This... This is what you take home to eat? Aren't these supposed to be used for feeding livestock?"
Jane did not respond directly to Alex's question, but instead gritted out furiously, "Alex Poole! A life is merely a life! I am standing before you right now! How much could you possibly resent me?? Tell me! How
much do you hate me?? No matter how much, I'm already here, willing to offer my life! What else do you want??"
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