"There's nothing to say," Russell said. "If you think it's me, then it's me. I don't care."
"Russell, you're just saying that out of frustration," Jasmine said helplessly.
She looked up and met Russell's cold gaze.
In that coldness, there seemed to be a hint of
scrutiny.
Jasmine felt a sudden pang of unease.
She couldn't bear to meet Russell's gaze and quickly looked away.
As she turned, she noticed a photo frame on a small coffee table nearby.
