Chapter 67

Rachel pretended to look surprised as she quickly left his embrace. "How... No, no, you got it wrong. That's not mine. Max, you should go back. I'm really fine. Go back now."

The more she acted like this, the more Maxwell felt that she was truly ill.

The way she held the fruit knife and gestured on her wrist just now was exactly like the behavior of someone with depression.

Maxwell held her shoulders with both hands and stared into her eyes. "Tell me. When did you start getting sick?"

Thinking about how cold he had been to her these past few days when she was sick, Maxwell felt extremely regretful.

Under his questioning, Rachel finally spoke in a choked-up voice. "It was probably that night after I slept with you. You know I'm quite a traditional woman. I care a lot about my virginity.

"I always thought that after being together for so long, you would give me an answer. But now, I dare not hope anymore. I feel like you've changed. You probably don't love me anymore."

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