Chapter 242

"Do you want to keep me here? How long are you going to keep me here?" Summer asked tentatively. Samson had never seen Summer put on such an expression before, and neither had he ever seen her act so timidly and meekly. This was not his Summer, at least not the Summer he loved. He loved the eldest daughter of the Plath family, the Summer who was proud, headstrong, and fearless. But the outrageously cowardly little fool who did not even dare to breathe deeply before him was not the Summer he loved at all. "You’ll be locked here until you recover your memories. You’ll be locked here until you become the Summer I know again." "Please, let me go, I don't want to stay here, I want to see Jaz..." Summer cried and shook her head. She did not dare to shout at the top of her lungs. Samson got up slowly. He pulled Summer by the wrist and brought her to the table. "Eat something first." "I don't want to eat, I want to see Jaz." Summer shook her head. "Eat!" Samson said threateningly. "I won't eat