Every attempt she made to flee had ended the same way—inevitably caught, only to face the nauseating reality of imprisonment and punishment.

Could she even consider escaping anymore? Did she dare to try?

Giselle hesitated, then subtly shrugged her shoulders and calmly swatted away Chase's hand.

With a resigned tone, she said, “Chase, we can't afford to be naive anymore.”

Chase raised his hand again, but as his eyes met Giselle's, his arm fell weakly and ...