At the sight of him, I froze in my tracks.
The same faint, eerie scent of ghostly resentment that had clung to Yvonne was lingering about him!
Recovering my senses, I strained to hear his words.
"Katherine, you've really gone too far. Apologize to Yvonne and plead for her forgiveness. Ask her not to let you go. Why are you just standing there?"
As he spoke, Max reached out to grasp me.
But I responded with a sharp slap.
His shock was palpable as he clutched his reddening cheek.
"Are you out of your fucking mind? I asked you to apologize to Yvonne because it's in your best interest. Once we're married, we'll need the money for a house and kids. Why are you acting so irrational?"
With that, he even tried to reach out and pull me.
His words were met with another slap.
"Married? What a joke! Keep your filthy hands off me! They disgust me!"
I pulled out a tissue to wipe my hand, revolted.
"Katherine, what do you mean?"
I pulled out a chair and sat.