CHAPTER 7

SOPHIA

I observed the proximity between us as the gap was not up to an inch. I took a few steps backward but at every step I took backward he took a step forward, every step he took seemed like a time bomb ticking as my heart hit hard against my chest. I halted when my back touched the wall and I couldn't move any longer.

My face austere, “S-Stay a-away,” I stuttered.

But he seems unfazed as a smile hits the edges of his lips.

“You are my wife, just get that clear. You are now-” He halts as he gets closer to me again, locking his gaze on me, “Miss Kingsley.” His hardened face splashed with smiles again.

“So I ask again, don't you want to talk about that night? We met at the bar and came back home together?”

“There is nothing to talk about, Mr. Damian.” I managed to say as he sneered.

His brows furrowed, “Really?”

“Yeah.” As I managed to step aside so I could get away from him, He suddenly reached out his hand and placed it on the wall firmly preventing me from walking away. I mo