Victor Parker placed his phone on the table, "Not busy, finished writing?"
Polly Sutton rolled her eyes in secret, burying her head as she continued writing her letter of apology. Her life had become utterly dark because of this man.
Polly painstakingly counted every word, even adding phrases like 'respect teachers and value the path, love all and be kind.' She finally managed to piece together three thousand words. As for secretly taking photos of others, she would never dare do that again—not even think about it. The price was too high.
Feeling drowsy, Polly leaned on the table and fell asleep.
Victor Parker looked at the sleeping woman who was still cursing him in her slumber, then glanced at her finished letter of apology. The childish handwriting seemed neat but conveyed dissatisfaction and accusations against him. However, she did have a thorough understanding of the wrongness of secretly taking pictures.
