Chapter 17

Thane puzzles me with his demeanor. He's a man whose heart is unpredictable. Even I couldn't decipher his flat expression. Was he angry? Or has he gotten better like before?

Right now, I am enjoying breakfast with Thane. We sat across from each other, and his demeanor was still cold. Rigid, like he couldn't be bothered at all. No one made a sound between us. Only the clatter of spoons and plates accompanied this activity.

I wanted to ask but was too afraid to open my mouth. The last time he looked at me, I felt his desire to eliminate me. It's possible, isn't it? After all, Thane was a cold-blooded mobster. There would be no surviving him when he made a mistake. Perhaps I would have the same bad luck as those who ended up dead.

Fear made it difficult for me to swallow my food. I tried several times to calm down, but my mind couldn't cooperate.

Until finally, I saw Thane had finished with his food. He stood up and was about to leave. However, before stepping, he said, "You no longer ne