Chapter 87. Misguided

"Did my performance satisfy you, Matthew?" Flora's delicate fingers trembled as she buttoned her clothes, her voice quivering, trying to appear indifferent, yet revealing her restless heart: "A man of your stature surely honors his word, right? You'll let me go, won't you?"

Matthew curled his lip, his eyes alight with derision growing stronger: "I never made any promises to you, nor will I let you go. It would be best if you obediently complied, who knows, I might be pleased and let you have this bastard child."

Just now, they had been intimate, their bodies intertwined in the primal dance of humans connecting.

But as soon as it ended, Flora was in a hurry to leave him.

His heart ached, so painful he could barely breathe.

So, all her warmth and eagerness was merely to satisfy him, to make him uphold his promise to let her go.

If she desired to leave him this much, he would absolutely not let her have her way: "Unless I tire of you, don't even drea