His pupils slightly contracted, mixed with confusion, resentment, and some indescribable emotions.
During this long gaze, he found that he couldn't see through the woman before him at all.
The obedient, dependent girl from before was gone, replaced by an independent, resilient opponent who overshadowed him everywhere.
This transformation not only caught him off guard but also stirred up many long-buried feelings of unwillingness and humiliation.
But he knew that now was not the time to vent.
Perhaps he was considering his options, and suddenly, as if he made up his mind, he abruptly lifted his head, staring directly at Clara Bennett, with a meaningful curve at his lips.
He slowly opened his mouth, his voice carrying a solemnity that couldn't be explained: "Clara Bennett, we've been together for so long, and I've never made things clear. Now I should finally tell you. Consider it a bit of conscience from me, a little closure for myself."
