"So." James Grant’s voice caught almost imperceptibly, "Do you want to hear me say it?"
Evelyn Clayton met his gaze for a long moment and exhaled softly.
She looked away, lowered her gaze, and said slowly, "I don’t know. James Grant, you know a lot of things now, and I don’t want to hide it from you anymore. I do hate you, but that hate is because of Harrison Grant. As for you, my feelings are very complicated."
"I feel like I can’t see a future with you. I feel you’re not that much in love with me, so I want to escape." Evelyn Clayton’s voice grew softer, "Maybe, like you, we can’t say that word ’love’ because, actually, we don’t love each other that much. It’s just the frustration of wanting what we can’t have."
James Grant almost reflexively retorted, "No, I—"
The word ’love’ was on the tip of his tongue, but James Grant couldn’t say it.
He was terribly afraid.
Afraid that Evelyn Clayton was lying to him again this time.
James Grant’s eyes darkened slowly, "Why tell me all this now?"
"Because I’m very tired." Evelyn Clayton closed her eyes, and a feeling of exhaustion washed over her, "If this continues, we will both end up destroyed. We’re both business people. I believe you understand what win-win means and what is not worth the cost."
James Grant’s throat ached badly, "Do you see our relationship as just business and transactions?"
"Exactly because I can’t see it purely as business or transactions, that’s why we are where we are." Evelyn Clayton opened her eyes and murmured as if talking to herself.
James Grant swallowed the bitterness in his throat and stared deeply at Evelyn Clayton, "So, what exactly do you want to do? Or, how do you want me to act?"
However, before Evelyn Clayton could speak, James Grant said in a deep voice, "You better not want me to let you go right now. I can’t, you know that."
"I don’t mean that." Evelyn Clayton said calmly, "I just want to say, treat me better, James Grant. It’s fine if you don’t let me go, but at least don’t force me to do things I don’t want to do. Don’t make me feel like a prisoner being watched by you—"
James Grant’s eyes narrowed slightly. He instinctively wanted to say something, but Evelyn Clayton looked at him with cold eyes: "Do you think I don’t know? There are cameras everywhere in my room."
This was indeed James Grant’s fault.
But at this moment, he naturally couldn’t admit it.
"I won’t give you any chance to escape under my watch." James Grant raised his hand, gently brushing the back of his hand against Evelyn Clayton’s cheek, "Other than that, I can try to agree."
"Give me my phone." A hint of weariness flashed in Evelyn Clayton’s eyes, "I want to contact the outside world. You can monitor what I say to others, but at least don’t let me be isolated."
James Grant’s heart stirred slightly.
He originally wanted to refuse, but he remembered what Tristan Hawthorne said tonight...
Don’t push someone too hard.
Resolving his thoughts, James Grant said slowly, "Okay, I’ll have Quentin Hale bring you the electronic devices by tomorrow afternoon."
"Also, my tastes have really changed, and there are some things I don’t want to eat." Evelyn Clayton listed several foods with a blank expression, "Don’t force me to eat them."
James Grant looked at her, and his heart moved slightly. The source of this content ɪs n0velfire.net
He rarely saw this side of Evelyn Clayton, a little like a child throwing a tantrum.
"So that day, it really was just that you didn’t like the turtle soup?" James Grant leaned closer, leaving an intimate kiss on Evelyn Clayton’s lips, with a hint of alcohol, "Not deliberately to upset me?"
Evelyn Clayton sighed softly, "I’m not that idle."
She discreetly put some distance between herself and James Grant.
"So, can you promise me? Don’t treat me like a prisoner, treat me like a person, can you?"