Chapter 110

Elena could have sworn she saw red.

How ruthless could this man be? And even at the innocent age of ten? And what the hell was wrong with his father? How could he take a child for a hunt? How careless could he be?

There was so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to let out, but before she could get another word out, Simon rendered her speechless by shoving the door wide open and making her stumble backwards a little.

Her eyes widened when she realized what the hell he had done.

“You—” but she couldn’t even call him out on his stupid, smug face when he pressed her against the cold-tiled wall and locked her hands over her head.

“You lied,” she finally gritted out, hating him for making a fool out of her. She was stupid to think he was telling her the truth, stupid to believe literally anything that came out of his mouth. Why couldn’t she just imprint in her brain that Simon Walsh couldn’t be trusted? That this man—this terribly handsome man with eyes so beautiful he could easily