"You might want to die, but I don't want to get my hands dirty. Besides, committing a crime over a woman like you just isn't worth it." Tristan Grayson's eyes were bloodshot. He felt that every time he was with this woman, she had an uncanny ability to infuriate him to the point of explosion.
"Hah... That's right... Young Master Grayson is so high and mighty... Why would you ever use those precious hands of yours to kill a woman like me..." 'So he thinks even killing me would dirty his hands.'
'She felt that if she stayed with Tristan Grayson any longer, even if he didn't kill her, this heart-wrenching agony would kill her sooner or later.'
Her face deathly pale, she struggled to push him away. The places he touched her felt bone-chillingly cold, and the sensation lingered.
