Chapter 33.

Lance's POV.

I'm irritated, seeing no reaction on her face, and how she kept a poker face while she saw me and Belinda annoyed me.

It felt like I was nothing to her suddenly, and I didn't like how that made me feel.

I scoffed immediately. I remembered how she looked at me when she saw me and Belinda kissing in the bathroom while she was cleaning.

I watched her and she didn't even move or care, just wiped the floor with a cloth as if it were a normal occurrence.

My hands were shaking now because of what happened, but I wanted so badly to make her weep, emotionally and physically.

I don't care if it hurt me too, or if she's my mate, it worked for a while.

And then she saved me, making me soften up, but I seemed to remember who she is and I couldn't soften up, even though I helped her and even though she looked so tempting on my bed while she slept days ago.

The way she ignored my plans to make her cry and not shade any single tear made me very upset.

I clenched my hands into fists, try