All the sacrifices are worth it, as long as she sheds tears for him, he'll be willing to die without any complaints.
Jude Charington didn't care how deep and meaningful the gazes exchanged between the two of them were. The knife brushed against Nicole's neck, his eyes held a sinister smile, "Young Master Floyd is so physically strong, his self-healing ability must be quite impressive. This knife probably isn't deep enough."
The implication was very clear, to continue.
As Jude Charington's words fell, Jose Floyd held the short knife in his left hand, once more moving it closer to his own right hand, his gaze cold without a trace of warmth.
"Jose Floyd!" Nicole called out urgently, her voice hoarse and strained.
Jose Floyd's gaze involuntarily returned to Nicole, the coldness in his eyes gradually fading, turning into a rare warmth.
