Kennedi fixed a piercing gaze on him, then walked over to the table.

She took out a bottle, poured out two pills, and was about to toss them into her mouth.

Frowning, Barlow approached her and snatched the pills from her hand.

"Kennedi, what do you think you are doing?"

"Taking the medicine," Kennedi replied with red eyes.

“Barlow, if I were to come on to you, would you have sex with me?"

Barlow felt a sharp pain in his temples.

"Kennedi, I'm truly sorry about what happened to your father. If you want to take my life, you can, but please don't stoop to this level.

You are still young. You have your whole life ahead of you. You don't need to waste your energy on me."

There was an unsolvable problem between them.

Perhaps only when he was no longer in this world would the grudge between them finally be put to rest.

Tears welled up in Kennedi's eyes, blurring her vision.

With a surge of frustration, she raised her hand and delivered a sharp slap to Barlow's face.

"Is it that you don't want me at all? Why don't you want me? Why?

I have been putting in so much effort, and you still don't seem interested. Am I not good enough for you?"

Barlow's face turned to the side from the force of the slap, but he remained silent, pressing his tongue against his teeth.

The five distinct fingerprints on his cheek became increasingly visible.

Frustrated by his silence, Kennedi took off the coat again.

“Barlow, I'll ask you again. Do you want to have sex with me?"

Barlow sighed. He bent down, picked up the coat, and wrapped it around her body.