Chapter 139

Citra let out a long sigh. She stared at the bright red velvet box now clearly visible on her dressing table.

The woman gazed at her reflection, feeling the tightness in her chest growing stronger. She averted her eyes, trying to banish the hateful thoughts.

If only Citra hadn't been trapped. If only Ethan could have trusted her back then.

If only, if only - nothing but "if onlys" kept flashing through the woman's mind.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The sound of knocking on her bedroom door drew her attention to the doorway.

"Citra," called that person in a weak voice.

Citra rolled her eyes. She quickly got up from her seat and decided to go to her bed.

Before Citra could throw herself onto the bed, her wrist was already grabbed by that person.

"I don't want to talk to anyone right now, especially you."

Citra stated firmly, not once turning to look, as if clearly reluctant to face that person.

"Nike! Let me go! Don't you understand what I just said to you?"

Citra glared at him sharply, her gaz
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