He squinted his eyes, a hint of danger flashing within them, then released her.
She clutched her collar, panting heavily.
Silence erupted between them.
His cold voice echoed in the empty booth: "My patience is limited, I can't guarantee I won't just take you next time!"
Although it was a reminder, it sounded like a command when spoken. She shrank back, a barely perceptible bitter smile playing on her lips.
The hateful part was that she knew deep down she was utterly powerless to refuse.
He had brought her from Rainbow Island to B City a month ago, and from the beginning, he never hid his possessiveness and desire for control over her. His thoughts were extreme, he liked a regal approach—he gave orders, and she obeyed.
Rising from the soft sofa, she gently and slowly tidied her clothes, lowered her head, and said nothing.
