Chapter 175

Sensing Juan's serious tone, Shelia clenched her fists, her emotions in turmoil.

"It's cold outside. Can you take me back?"

"To the apartment building. I won't come up," Juan replied.

Shelia forced a smile. "Alright, I won't force you."

Juan let her get into the car. At least for now, she could still stay in that apartment. It meant she still had a chance.

As night fell, true to his word, Juan didn't accompany her upstairs. Shelia rode the elevator alone, her heart heavy with despair. Once back in her room, she went to the window, watching as Juan prepared to leave. Her gaze fell on the fruit knife on the table, and a desperate plan began to form in her mind.

Determined, she dialed his number, her heart pounding in her chest. She waited for a while before he finally answered.

Picking up the knife, she spoke into the phone, her voice filled with desperation. "Juan, I really like you. I've adored you for a long time, and I've held on all this time because of you. If you don't care