Smack!
With a swift, forceful motion, she slapped the bouquet out of his hand. The flowers flew through the air, petals scattering dramatically across the tarmac. Some of the roses hit the ground with a soft thud, while others twirled in the air before landing, a stark contrast to the cold, hard surface.
The scattered roses painted a vivid picture of defiance and disdain, each petal symbolizing her refusal to be subdued.
"I don’t want your flowers," Neoma hissed. "Nor you."
Ohm's expression darkened for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "Well, that can be arranged, for your freedom to choose will be a luxury you can no longer afford, especially, if I present you before your father," he said coldly. "You belong to me now, and I will make sure you understand that."
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