Clara subconsciously retreated until her back was against the wall.

Wilson placed his hands against the wall on both sides of her body and trapped her.

He leaned in, and Clara could feel his breath on her face. Once again, he asked, “Do you regret it?”

Clara lowered her eyes and trembled. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she looked at him. “I made the best choice for you and me at that moment.”

“The best choice?” Wilson mocked. “Who are you to choose for me? Did you ask me beforehand? You decided it based on your assumptions!”

“I…” Clara didn’t know what to say.

Wilson brushed her lips with his fingers. “You know what? If you said that you had regretted it just now, I might have agreed to your request to leave Queenie alone. Too bad, you’ve missed your chance.”

Clara looked straight into his eyes. “Even if I did say I regretted it, you wouldn't have agreed to my request.”

Wilson was no longer the same man who used to love her. He would never agree to her so easily just because