"Give me the video."
Melody raised her head again, looking at John Foster.
She didn't want to be involved with this man any longer.
John looked at her, his dark eyes revealing none of his emotions.
Melody felt a chill under his gaze, this brief relationship had made her understand his subtle emotions.
For example, when he was expressionless like this, it meant he was angry.
She stepped back, puzzled over what he had to be angry about. To be precise, shouldn't it be her who's angry?
But she no longer had the energy to be angry with him.
Or rather, when it came to him, she couldn't even muster the emotion to be angry.
He had hurt her too deeply.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Being watched by him like this made her a little fearful, she asked again to bolster her courage.
"I originally wanted you to come back to my side," John said flatly, "but I've changed my mind now."
Hearing this, Melody couldn't help but sneer: "Sorry, I can't understand what you're saying."
