Chapter 230 No relation between them.

"I’m not very good. You tortured me for a full three months. We are even now. I don’t owe you. You don’t owe me, either. From now on, we’ll live our own lives, ok?" She talked so plainly, so ruthlessly, as if she didn't have any attached to him. This was undoubtedly to add salt to his wound. He let go, lest he lose control and crush her chin. Then he rushed to the counter, poured a glass of wine, and drank it. He needed the power of alcohol to anesthetize his painful nerves. ...