Staring at Zayne, Josephine found that there was nothing but shock on his attractive features, not even a n ounce of anger between his brows.
Josephine crawled over to him and pleaded. "Please, Zayne. I've never begged much of you, so please, just this once, can't you just let me fulfill this wish of mine?"
Tears streamed freely from Zayne’s eyes. "I would do anything to fulfill any other wish of yours, Josephine. But how am I supposed to say yes when you're asking me to kill yourself?"
Josephine replied, "I'm not afraid of dying, Zayne. I'm really not. If anything, death is more of an escape for m e."
Zayne burst into anger. "Do you even hear yourself? How could you be so ruthless as to ask for death in front of me? Tell me, what did I risk my life for when you're not even going to cherish your life?"
Josephine's eyes widened.
"What are you talking about?"
Zayne was extremely despondent. "I don't know what I'm talking about either, Josephine. I'm probably just going crazy from your tantrums."
Josephine’s enchanting gaze hardened. "What did you
just say?”
As if Zayne would dare to repeat.
Josephine started yelling, "Tell me, Zayne. Explain what you meant. I don't want to owe you anything. So when exactly did you save my life?"
Zayne remained silent.
A stray tear trickled out the corner of his eye to the corner of his lips.
Memories from years ago that Josephine tried to forget surfaced in her mind.
Memories of being taken advantage of while she pursued Zayne.
Her entire body felt limp when she awoke in the hospital.
There were only 24 hours’ worth of memories in her mind, yet the calendar on the table showed that 40 days had passed.
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