And now this girl, the girl he had cherished for five years, when she met him, it was either Young Master Floyd or Jose Floyd. Her eyes were filled with coldness and hatred, completely devoid of the tenderness and smiles of the past.
He just couldn't understand, he treated her so well, so lovingly, what kind of hatred made her unhesitatingly stab the knife into his chest?
Jose Floyd's eyes deepened as he looked at the person lying on his lap and couldn't help but ask, "Nicole, in those five years with me, were you really never happy? After we separated, did you really never miss those times?"
His voice was so deep that it made Nicole feel a heaviness in her chest, her fingers a bit stiff. Lying on Jose Floyd's lap, she lowered her eyebrows without answering.
