Charlette’s P.O.V. (Continued)
His grip on my waist tightened again, but it wasn’t painful yet. He was seething in anger, but I must praise his tolerance and his will to control his anger.
“You also know the rules,” I added in a very low voice, lowering my eyes to his upper chest, suddenly feeling wronged. His hold on my wrist was also tight, but I didn’t try to move away from him.
I guess I need to change my habit of feeling safe in his presence, but will it be easy for me?
“A… and it’s not that you gave that ring to me as your proposal gift.” I complained, but bit my tongue in the end.
What the f**k did I say?
“So you want a proposal gift, huh?” Damn b**tard. His tone suddenly changed from anger to amusement, with a hint of co*kiness.
“Th.. that’s not what I meant,” I refused imme
