The cold muzzle pressed against his forehead; the pistol she had brought from the United States for self-defense—who would have thought that one day it would be used against him.
Rufus Swallow sighed softly, his delicate eyes drooping as he looked quietly at Aria Lulu, "Can you give me a chance to make it up to you?"
Aria Lulu looked at him without speaking. After a moment, she finally asked, "You like Norris Moore."
"..."
"Is it yes or no?"
"Yes."
"Three years ago, when you slept with me, did you do it on purpose to trap me?"
He didn't speak, just looked down at her.
Aria Lulu watched him for a while, then retracted the pistol. She lowered her eyes and let out a self-mocking laugh, "What am I even asking? I'm just like a fool."
Now that she knew Rufus Swallow liked Norris Moore, she could finally understand the motives and consequences of many things.
It was all just his deception to favor the person he loved.
