Chapter eighty one

The man grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back to the couch she had just gotten up from.

She fell on the couch on her back and Darell sat on her thigh, impaling her in place. His mischievous grin when she tried to get up told her that she won't be able to get him off her.

"Why were you so rash with me earlier?'' Darell asked her.

Marcelyn looked away from him. She didn't want to tell him that she had behaved the way she did because she had been angry about what she saw.

Telling him about that little secret would make him realize that she was jealous and he would know that she cared about him more than she let out.

But she also thought that he deserved to know. She should have let him know that she knew about what had happened between him and the redhead that night.

That way, he would know that she was aware of his unfaithfulness despite his claim that he was going to marry her and no more else.

Now that she thought about it, she wondered why he had gone to such a length to c