C232 He Did Not Know What He Was Saying!
He regretted it.
The moment he saw the woman's rigid back, regret washed over him.
"Clarissa," her voice, light as a feather, began to echo, taking on a tone of reminiscence. Mihailo's body jolted, his gaze anxiously fixed on the woman at the corridor's entrance, waiting for her to continue... "Who is it?"
Mihailo's heart lurched, staring in disbelief at the retreating figure