Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Connor, standing in the dining hall of the mansion, instructed his servants to prepare a large meal. He wanted every detail to be perfect even though, deep down, he knew that Annah might not forgive what he had done.

Later on, now sitting beside him at the dining table, wearing a simple white dress and her hair tied in a loose bun, Annah stared at him with pure hatred. The only reason she had answered him was due to the fact that he might force her at the end and she would have no choice but to go.

If she had her way, she would stab him in the eye with the fork in her hands but she knew that wouldn't be possible because they would have her jailed, faster than she could say her name. The mansion was crawling with agents and she wasn't as stupid as that to get into trouble.

"Annah," Connor spoke softly, his voice filled with remorse. "I know I've treated you terribly in the past, and for that, I am truly sorry. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

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