"Let's go. I'll take you home," Daniel said, his tone firm as his steady gaze locked onto Chloe. He couldn't shake the fear that she might commit suicide again, so he made up his mind to escort her himself.
"Take me home? Are you planning to r*pe me again?" Chloe's voice was sharp, her icy glare cutting through him. Anger and despair laced her words, each one landing like a blow.
A flicker of pain crossed Daniel's face, his helplessness barely hidden. He hadn't meant for things to turn out this way, but he couldn't deny his part in it.
Three years ago, he had held Chloe in his arms, their naked bodies entwined.
"Chloe, that's not what I meant. I'm just worried about you," Daniel said, his voice soft but sincere, carrying a weight of guilt and concern.
Chloe's eyes blazed with fury, he
