"I'll listen to you, so… would you be willing to like me?" he said, and for a moment, a flicker of hesitation stirred in her heart.
If only he weren't Jeffrey, maybe… she might actually like him.
But the truth was, he was Jeffrey, the man who had haunted her like a nightmare during those three years in prison, someone she feared deeply.
Rachel felt increasingly torn about her relationship with Jeffrey.
She was scared of him, terrified even, yet sometimes she couldn't help but feel a strange pang of sympathy for him.
When he looked at her so seriously, saying things that made her heart race, she found herself caught in a fog of confusion.
Did he really see her as just a game? Or was there some sincerity hiding behind his words?
And what about her?
Did she… feel anything for him?
For now, she realized she could only take things one step at a time, like she was stuck in quicksand, every time she tried to pull herself out, she only sank deeper.
