Listening to her increasingly absurd words, Thomas Shannon finally lost patience and pushed her away.
With his cold eyes filled with frost and sharpness, he said, "Do I look like I'm desperate for love?"
What use was her obedience compared to the maniac? No matter how obedient she was, no matter how much she professed to love him, she wasn't the maniac. A missed chance was a missed chance. To show up after two years, suddenly claiming to love him and regret everything—where had she been before? Taking two years to realize who she loved—wasn't that ridiculous? Was she truly brainless, or did she take everyone else for a fool? If she were half as interesting as the maniac, she wouldn't have ended up in this predicament today. He couldn't muster the slightest interest in her, let alone consider keeping her by his side.
