Campbell Prickly took a sip of the wine in his glass, slightly raising his eyebrows.
Then, he leaned back, resting on the sofa, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.
His expression was somewhat lazy, yet his eyes revealed indifference.
Campbell Prickly was never a gentle and refined person.
Only in front of the cameras and Annie Anne would he put on a facade.
But now, there was no need for that anymore.
The smoke from his fingertips blurred Campbell Prickly's vision, also obscuring the complexity in his gaze when he looked at Annie Anne.
Campbell Prickly never imagined he would be ensnared by Annie Anne.
If it's something he wants, he will do whatever it takes to get it.
But the Annie Anne before him was different now.
"What a foolish woman," Campbell Prickly sighed, his voice somewhat sarcastic.
"Since you like it so much, why let go?"
Campbell Prickly could easily guess the reason behind Annie Anne's current state.
