I had to admit, Cyril's presence was overwhelming. Being trapped in his gaze made me feel uneasy.
I couldn't help but ask him, "What do you want?"
Cyril chuckled lightly, his gaze becoming even more aggressive. Just as I thought he was going to do something, he suddenly let go of me.
Then, the aggression in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by innocence and purity. "Aurora, you're really heartless. You used me, and now you want to discard me?"
He purposely emphasized the word "use," which made me involuntarily recall that intense, passionate confrontation.
He had been lying next to me then, asking in a suggestive tone, "Aurora, was I of good use to you?"
I shook my head, pushing that image out of my mind.
It was me who had been drugged, so why did it feel like Cyril was now the one w
