It wasn’t because she was wearing the blue prisoner uniform or because she wasn’t wearing any makeup.

Instead, it was because her eyes seemed to have become sharper. There was a look in her eyes that he had never seen before.

Staring at her, he said softly, “You’ve changed!”

She sat across the table and looked at him quietly. Noticing the gauze around his chest, a cold smile crept up her face. “The Gwynn you used to know died long ago in Nihonburg. You did this to me, Noah. Maddox and Hailey’s blood is on your hands.”

“Do you hate me?”

“To the core!”

…

He snorted and lit up a cigarette.

Putting it between his fingers, he lowered his gaze and asked, “You almost stabbed me to death. Why won’t you ask about my wound and if it hurts in the middle of the night?”

She wore a nonchalant expression. “I'll ask you this instead. Why won’t you die?!”

The veins on his forehead popped out at that.

He had a bad temper. If anyone else had said that to him, then that man or woman would be