Chapter 209: _ You Belong Where I Am
I wasn’t prepared for Axel’s wrath.
Not even remotely.
One second, I was blinking up at him with parted lips in disbelief, and the next, he yanked off his top like some kind of seething god.
The maids gasped as those muscles flexed and rippled under the golden chandelier lights, and there was a faint thud from the far corner.
It was obvious that someone had clearly dropped a tray. I couldn’t even be embarrassed for the poor maid because I was too stunned to move.
Imagine her seeing Axel dragging me out of a room where I was dressed in a towel.
As if that wasn’t enough, he shoved his jacket over my head with a grunt that sounded more like a suppressed growl, and winked at me with those infuriatingly dark eyes.
"What are you doing?" I tried to protest through the thick cotton that smelled entirely like him like I wouldn’t cherish the fabric for the rest of my life.
Axel didn’t answer. He simply grabbed my hand in his calloused grip, spun around raging like someone who could murder a man with a spoon, and stormed forward like a bull in a silk hallway.
"Axel—Axel!" I hissed, trotting beside him, half blind and half choking on the scent of expensive fury. "Where are we going?!"
His grip tightened. "Home."