Chapter 202

Zoey’s words were calm and easy.

But they were like nails that pierced Laurence's flesh, unrelenting and firmly embedded in his heart, bringing him great pain.

His eyes were dark. "It wasn't my intention to torment you."

He gripped the back of a chair so tightly that his knuckles went white. His striking face reflected on the window pane, but his eyes were icy cold.

Zoey lifted her head. She looked fragile. "I know, Mr. Scott. I know." She nodded lightly.

She understood that Laurence bore no malice toward her. He didn't mean to make her suffer or make her angry.

Every decision he made, he made based on his own personality and judgment.

Strict, logical, and apathetic. That was just how he was.

She understood him. But still, she could not stop herself from feeling anguished whenever he chose to sacrifice her.

"Zoey, I do not want you to make decisions when you’re being emotional," he said coldly.

Zoey looked extremely feeble, her pale pink lips almost losing their color as she spoke soft