A Living Hell

When he heard her words, Regan's eyes instantly turned cold and his lips curled into a charming smile. However, he looked so evil that the smile appeared to be terrifying. "Up until this moment... you're still thinking of the others?" Although he was not around her during the past few days, he had Hazel stare at his portraits every single day. He thought that in this way, she would know that he was always by her side, and then she would remember him wholeheartedly. However, the moment she saw him, she was shaken with fear and her heart was still thinking about her so-called sister. Hearing his question, Hazel knew that she had made him angry again. But why was he so easily angered? She didn't dare to say anything and could only stare at him in fear. "Aren't you worried about my disappearance? Don't you want to know where I've gone these days?" Due to the restrain and suppression in his heart, Regan's voice became deeper and colder. "Do you... not care if I slept with other women in the