Chapter 274 A Trap

Callen Feroch looked at the outstretched hand. She looked thinner than she was before. Without a word, he stretched out his hand to hold the frail palm. There was a sense of mismatch when the calloused palm grabbed the weak-looking palm. His heart ached with discomfort... ‘She has grown thin. ‘Maybe if I had given her the 500,000 bucks that time, she wouldn’t be like this today.’ Her fingertips brushed his hand a little… "Mr. Callen, please have some self-respect." Callen froze... ‘Self-respect? Did she just ask me to have some self-respect?’ With a little unwillingness, he put down his hand that held her palm. His gaze fell on the scar on her forehead. It reminded him of the time when he felt a tiny itch on his lips when he gently kissed her scar. He abruptly turned his head to prevent himself from touching it again. "This scar..." "Mr. Callen, I think I may have miscalculated our collaboration this time.” As she patted down her clothes, she said, "So, I'll leave." If she