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Chapter 28: Confrontation
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“You may hurt my feelings again and again, but you can’t just go below the belt and insult me every time you want to,” I continued, my voice laced with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. “I would never do such a thing,” he said through gritted teeth, his clod blue eyes staring back at me. I gave him a dry chuckle, shaking my head in disbelief. “Screw you, Mr. Romanov,” I spat. Does he really think he can keep fooling me? One minute we’re okay, and before I knew it, he was back to his old self. He doesn’t care, and he’s not capable of loving someone, not even to himself. “You think you can just play with people's emotions and get away with it?” His nostrils flared, a flicker of anger flashing across his features. “Don’t push me, Annizah,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous. “Oh, what are you going to do?” I shot back, my stubbornness fueling my defiance. “Yell at me some more? Make excuses for your behavior?” His grip on my arm tightened, his frustration palpable. “You have n
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“Thanks…” I whispered after a while. He nodded in response, setting the tray aside before heading to the bathroom to fetch some wipes.I pressed my lips into a tight line, still in disbelief that he was here. It felt surreal and somewhat awkward. After our earlier confrontation, I had anticipated needing a few days before seeing him again, not today. So, I had braced myself for another argument when he appeared, but instead, he brought food and we hadn't discussed anything.I couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind. His actions seemed to speak of remorse or maybe a desire to mend things between us, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty. What if this was just another one of his manipulative tactics? What if he was only trying to appease me temporarily before reverting to his old ways?“Do you want to have some walk in the garden?” he asked as soon as he came back with a w
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I accepted the flowers, not because I was fully convinced, but because it felt like such a waste to refuse them. As I glanced at him through my lashes, I found him seated across from me, engrossed in something on his laptop. It was already 9 PM, and we had already enjoyed our dinner here in the garden. Despite my attempts to focus on my newfound crochet hobby, he remained by my side, his work laptop open beside him with a cup of coffee at his side, and a refreshing lemon juice placed before me.As I watched him work, I saw how he could be nice one minute and distant the next. He was confusing sometimes. Even though I was upset with him, I couldn't ignore how serious he was about his work. He didn't seem bothered by our argument. It made me appreciate him a bit, even though we were having issues.The garden was calm and peaceful. Even though the sun was setting and it was getting darker, it still felt pleasant being outside. The air wasn't too chilly, and it was comfortable sitting the
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