Chapter 230

　　On the other end of the line, Gloria pursed her lips stubbornly. She had begged him too many times in her life already. Those three years of quiet life had almost made her forget who Patrick was and who she was.

　　She mockingly glanced at Camille aside, who had dressed appropriately. Right now, Camille was nervously watching her every move.

　　Camille came over as soon as she heard of Gloria's whereabouts, but Camille's anxiety had nothing to do with Gloria at all.

　　Gloria lowered her eyes, which were full of loneliness and sarcasm.

　　She wanted to pull herself out of the abyss, but every time she thought that she could finally escape, she would be trapped again.

　　All of them were holding the things that were most precious to her. They ignored her countess wounds and kept hurting her again and again.

　　Gloria felt that her throat was getting more and more uncomfortable. She asked in a hoarse voice, "So what if I beg you? How should I beg you?"