Chapter 21

"Depends on your performance." Nelson's tone was rather perfunctory. Sabrina didn't like his answer and insisted on getting some clarity. "Be more specific. What kind of ambiguous answer is that?" He fell silent, focusing on leaving marks on her fair and slender neck. Sabrina understood. Since she was here, she had already lost the upper hand. There was no choice but to cooperate, unless she didn't want the brooch. But Nelson didn't go further. Sabrina felt both pain and numbness all over her body. As for him, apart from slightly heavier breathing, his eyes were clear. He was completely unaffected by desire. Just then, her tears started flowing again. Seemingly repulsed by her tears, Nelson frowned and shook his hand before heading upstairs. He was impeccably dressed, while she was in disarray. Sabrina quickly covered herself with a thin blanket. She wanted to slap him, but the thought of Cheryl's condition made her swallow her anger and humiliation. … Nelson stood under th