"No, I'll look for a job myself," she refused his offer.

His face fell slightly, and the fingers holding her hand also tightened a little. "You don't want me to help you find a job?"

Her body stiffened as if there was an invisible pressure all around her.

"I want to look for a job myself." She took a deep breath and met his eyes firmly.

She would no doubt have an easier time if she let him find her a job. The job would probably be easy and high-paying too.

But such a job... how long would it last?

When he got tired of the game and drove her away, everything would burst like a bubble.

Perhaps her refusal was also meant to preserve what little dignity she had left.

That's right. The trials and tribulations of life and the cruelty of reality had taken away almost all her dignity.

The old her could never imagine what it felt like to kneel before someone, but she had to do that multiple times in prison. She also had to eat food that had been tossed to the floor and had her head ste