How many times had she seen a movie where the kidnapper asked their victim to forgive them? Zero.
Yep. That explained exactly how unbelievable Juho's words sounded to her ears right now. He even had the nerve to say it right after admitting it was his idea in the first place.
"No." The single word slipped out of her.
His hand tightened around her wrist, though his face stayed calm, as if he'd already expected that answer.
"Can we just get this over with?" she asked coldly, her gaze dropped to his hand, still gripping her wrist.
A few seconds later, he finally let go. She walked toward the white backdrop, her voice composed again like that conversation never took place. "So, what do we do today?"
He dragged the chair he'd been sitting on over and set it neatly in front of her. "Have a seat. Let's start."
