Maxwell Peary was taken aback, beginning to understand her concerns.
So, Rabina was disgusted by his saliva? But she hadn't seemed disgusted when they kissed, had she? Pretentious!
"Finish it."
Maxwell Peary stood there, pointing to the little bit of apple juice left, his tone leaving no room for refusal.
"I don't like it."
Nia Mitchell pouted. He obviously knew she didn't like it, yet he was still forcing her to drink it.
"I already drank most of it for you. You must finish the rest. If you don't, you'll have a glass of apple juice every night from now on—I mean what I say."
Nia Mitchell's eyes widened. Did he really have to be so ruthless?
"I..."
"There's no room for negotiation."
"I..."
"Drink it."
Nia Mitchell lowered her head, reached for the apple juice in front of her, and gulped it down in an instant. Then…
She slammed the empty glass down and fled.
In the blink of an eye, Nia Mitchell had vanished.
Such speed! How had he never noticed this before?
