He suddenly tightened his grip on my hand, causing me to flinch in pain and furrow my brow. Was he afraid that I might tell his mother the truth?
Wanting to see me and Vincent get along, Mrs. Cross decided to wait for me in the car.
Vincent comforted Evelyn for a moment before pulling me aside. "Diana, I won’t hold last night against you, but you should know which things to say and which things to keep to yourself. Evelyn is different from you. She’s been pampered and has never suffered a day in her life. On the other hand, you have endured hardship from a young age, so be more understanding."
Was I supposed to suffer forever because Evelyn took away my parents and my life?
I curled my lips into a faint smile. "Hmm."
Seeing that I was no longer bristling with thorns, Vincent wrapped his arm around my waist, attempting to kiss me, but I dodged him.
"Have some decency! Don’t let your Evelyn misunderstand."
Vincent withdrew his hand as though electrocuted, his gaze dark and unreadable. "Diana, something’s been off with you since yesterday. Didn’t you used to love it when I touched you?"
I stepped back, keeping a calm demeanor. "I find it filthy."