Seeing that Titus Zane did not respond for a long time, Jon spoke again, his turquoise eyes firmly locked onto the woman in front of him who was clearly hesitating, his voice very light and gentle.
"carry, for such an outstanding and excellent woman like you to spend the rest of your life in a prison cell would be a pity."
As he spoke, Jon curved another finger to lift Titus Zane's chin, forcing her not to look away.
The fingers grasping Titus Zane's wrist caressed gently, as if giving her the strength to decide.
Meeting Jon's sincere gaze, Titus Zane took a deep breath and said, "I have made my decision. After this job, I'll retire."
She had hesitated when she took on the task, but now, she was truly tired of this life of struggle and insecurity.
This kind of life was too tormenting, especially when encountering a man like Wesley Foley who treated her sincerely. The entanglement and self-reproach made her sleep uneasy.
