"Chad Yakov, the butler says you have read all those pieces of information...?" Victoria Gibson stood by the Bed, her hands clutching her Clothes, her Voice somewhat heavy.
In her Eyes, there was an unspeakable apology.
Many things, even if they occurred before she met Chad Yakov, since they involved her Family Member, she couldn't shirk the responsibility.
"Yes, I have read them all." Chad Yakov had his hands pillow his back of the head, speaking carelessly.
"Do you really not mind? I mean, about the fact that my Father once hurt you..." Victoria Gibson said, and as soon as the words left her mouth, she clenched her hand tightly.
She wanted to look at Chad Yakov but lacked the courage to meet his Eyes, afraid of seeing even a hint of hatred in them.
"It's all in the past. What do you want me to mind about?" Chad Yakov suddenly flipped over and sat up on the Bed, reaching out to clasp the back of Victoria's head, pulling her in front of him.
