Quavon said, "Clayton didn't even let anyone watch you. Even if the front door was locked, the door on the second floor could be opened. Was it so difficult to jump out and ask for help?"
Isaac would not die by jumping off the second floor.
He clearly had many opportunities to escape, but he did not.
Isaac just stubbornly ate moldy bread and waited for someone to rescue him.
It was ridiculous.
Clayton did not waste any energy on Isaac. However, Isaac one-sidedly thought that Clayton deliberately locked him up there to kill him.
Isaac plotted Clayton’s death countless times and resented him.
What was the result?
Isaac did not leave, but not because he was unable to.
This incident was simply the greatest shame of his life!
It was because of this matter that Quavon forbade him to retaliate against Clayton.
Clayton did not consider Isaac an opponent at all.
Back at the apartment, Nicole wanted to see Clayton g o in first, but Clayton insisted on seeing her go in.
The two of them struggled for a long time, neither entering the door.
In the end, they exchanged a smile, and Clayton pushed her inside.
"Go back and rest early."
Nicole smiled. "I'll watch you go."
Clayton was speechless.
He smiled and reached out to take her hand. "How about you come up with me?"
Nicole drew her hand back. "Go up by yourself!"
Clayton smiled helplessly, lowered his head, and rubbed her palms. Then, he suddenly pulled her into his embrace.
Nicole wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling his blazing body warmth, and suddenly felt a lot more at ease.
She was not worried when he fought earlier.
However, now, she felt her heart ache.
How could the past be so easily wiped clean?
Her heart ached for him. She was heartbroken.
It was a while before he gradually let her go.
His eyes were dark, and his voice was hoarse.
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