Not only was his heart filthy, but his body was too.
Feeling the sting of my disdain, Vincent flung his sleeves and turned away, heading to the living room where he openly flirted with Evelyn as if no one else existed.
I walked out the door indifferently, ignoring the scorching gaze burning into my back.
Vincent had always forbidden me to defy him and my repeated rejection of his advances seemed to have completely infuriated him.
Yet, I no longer cared.
As I got into the car, Mrs. Cross sighed. “Are you sure you want to leave so soon? Why not wait until your birthday?”
I glanced at the plane ticket scheduled for three days later and politely declined Mrs. Cross’s kind suggestion.
But I never expected that after accompanying her to have afternoon tea with her friends, I would gradually lose consciousness.
In my haze, I heard Mrs. Cross's soft whisper.
“Diana, don’t blame me. I just don’t want Vincent to stay with that woman anymore, so I can only wrong you! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Vincent takes responsibility for you!”
She made a phone call, locked the door from the outside and left. When I woke up, my body was unbearably hot.
"Are you awake?"