"Does it make you happy to hurt me with such words?"
Drake gripped Sarah's arm, his voice cold as ice.
His deep, dark eyes reflected her shrinking pupils, with two faint flames of anger flickering within.
"Drake, if you're bored, go find someone else.
But I'm sorry—I'm busy and have no time to reminisce about old times with you."
With that, Sarah pushed his hand away and strode toward the door.
She fumbled in her bag for her keys, unlocked the door, but before she could step inside, she was pulled into a firm embrace.
The door slammed shut with a bang, and the items in her hands scattered across the floor.
"Drake, what do you want?
I've already lost everything—is that not enough for you?
Are you only satisfied when your fiancée drives me to utter ruin?"
Sarah struggled fiercely, her legs kicking and her voice filled with curses, but Drake showed no emotion.
He held her tightly and carried her straight into the bedroom.
