Isaac Housman's gaze was stubborn, his eyes unwavering as he stared at the woman in front of him, the sadness in his eyes seemingly on the verge of condensing into a tangible substance and flowing out.
His lips quivered, "Joyce, can you tell me the real reason, please?"
As he reached out to grab Natalie Graham's hand, she harshly slapped it away.
He looked at her with earnest pleading.
Natalie Graham's face was as cold as frost, her lips curling into an ironic smile, "Heh, you want to know the real reason? Fine, then I'll tell you."
"I'm a Warlock who specializes in stealing the Vital Essence. Before you, I've been with many men, drawing their lifespans to practice sorcery. Being with you was simply because I thought you were easy to deceive, and I wanted to draw your lifespan. I never had any feelings for you."
