Chapter: 1382

"What do you want in exchange for the antidote?"

Jonathan knew better than to think Samira would give it up without a catch, especially after the effort she put into poisoning Bethany.

That antidote in the suitcase? It was either a fake, or maybe it was only part of the cure.

“I want you to marry me." Samira's voice was low, but her tone left no room for doubt.

In the past, no one ever cared what she wanted. But now, everything had changed.