Chapter 47: When did she become so damn difficult to control?
A sudden knock at the door made him freeze, his grip loosening. Seizing the moment, Anne shoved him with all her strength, catching him off guard. He stumbled back, and in an instant, she scrambled to her feet, her body trembling uncontrollably in fear and fury. Her hands shook as she wiped her tear-streaked face, her fingers fumbling to smooth her skirt and adjust her blouse.
Denis sat there, his eyes blazing with anger as he watched her.
She turned to leave, but he grabbed her wrist, tightening his grip.
Anne sucked in a sharp breath, her shoulders stiffening. "Please, Denis," she whispered. Her lower lip quivered, betraying the storm raging inside her. "Let me go. Someone is outside."
Denis smirked wickedly, relishing the sight of her—shaken, fearful, pleading. She looked like a frightened kitten, desperate for escape. This was the Anne he wanted—submissive, obedient, completely under his control. And the more she trembled, the more he wanted to make her his.
"Apologize," he commanded. "Admit you were wrong and promise to be my obedient girlfriend."
The arrogance in his voice and the smugness on his face made her stomach twist. But instead of fear, anger surged through her, burning away any trace of hesitation. With a sharp yank, she freed her wrist from his grip.
"In your dreams." She spat the words at him before storming out.
As soon as she stepped outside, she spotted Haris. Their eyes met for a brief second, but she didn’t stop. She quickened her pace and disappeared down the hall.
"Damn it!" Denis slammed his fist onto the sofa, his entire body rigid with frustration. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "When did she become so damn difficult to control?"
Haris hesitated at the doorway before cautiously stepping inside. "Sir..."