Milla Will POV
I rolled my eyes. Of course, I should take this nonsense in the way that suits me.
"What about my studies?" I asked, wriggling out of his hold.
"As I promised, you'll get it done," he answered softly, yet too dominantly, keeping me in his tight hold, making it hard for me to wriggle out.
I just gave up.
I'm already wasting my energy. There's no way I want to feel more tired.
"If that's the case, then why don't you want me to go out?" I questioned. I'm sure this is not what his words mean. He's going crazy with everything, and I feel like the pump of my old memories goes way high.
He is the same Austin who might not be a cheater like the person I loved in my past life, but he is clearly someone who can hurt me all he wants, and the memories are raw proof of whatever he
