Am I That Weak?

*AUTHOR'S POV*

In a split second, Samantha's eyes flare up with anger, but she says nothing. She has the urge to choke him to death for always opposing her, but instead of hurting him, who stands cautious towards her, she subconsciously laughs.

As Morgan frowns as he observes her, she chugs the wine that looks like blood greedily, trying to annoy him. Obviously, she notices that he restrains himself not to provoke or argue with her, which delights her.

'What's wrong with this woman? Did she think I'm joking?' Morgan thought.

"Are you done?" He asks. "If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."

Samantha puts down the glass and tilts her head slightly at him. "What makes you think I should agree with your request?"

"You— if you don't agree, I swear, I'll escape again!" Morgan's face flushes, annoyance spread all over his handsome face.

"Too bad. I can't bear to have a day without infuriating you." Samantha props her elbows on the table as she leans her cheeks on both her palm