Chloe Simpson sneered coldly, "Ha, since I've already got HIV, sooner or later I'll die anyway, whether it's from starvation or illness, what's the difference?"
From a young age, she had always been optimistic, never imagining that one day she would be this way, breaking down completely.
"Because of the wild night we had, do you really want to die that much?"
Alexander Johnson, seeing Chloe in this state, naturally assumed it was because of last night's events.
Before last night, she wasn't like this.
After the chaos of last night, she woke up like this in the morning.
She really couldn't accept being with him?!
Thinking of this, Alexander recalled Chloe's warm demeanor whenever she was with that bastard Lucas Hughes.
In an instant, the rage in Alexander's heart surged and bubbled uncontrollably.
Without waiting for Chloe to respond, Alexander rushed forward, grabbed her hand, and pinned her to the bed.
