My gaze was unwavering as I fixed Hailey with a chilling stare. I wanted her to understand that her presence and the pretense of remorse were both unwelcome and unacceptable.
Chris’s expression changed to one of distress and frustration. He whispered urgently, "Yasmine, you’re going too far!" His voice was low, but it carried a note of desperation.
I chuckled softly, finding his reaction amusing. "Going too far? Look at you, why are you so anxious?" I said, walking up to him and adjusting his shirt with a dismissive gesture, almost as if he were a child needing correction. "Don’t worry, I won’t make her move to another room."
I turned away from them, my tone final and dismissive. "Such a disgusting place—one in my house is more than enough. By the way, you’ll be sleeping in another room tonight. Don’t bother me."