"What are you talking about?!" Isabel cried out as pain shot through her wrist, her face turning pale. "You're hurting me!"
She attempted to break free, but Andrei forcefully pulled her to the wardrobe.
Releasing his grip, he flung open the wardrobe doors.
Cradling her reddened wrist, Isabel peered inside. The closet was packed with women's clothing from kinds of fancy brands, all brand new with labels still intact.
"I prepared all these clothes for you," Andrei stated. Andrei's gaze was aloof, yet dangerously intense.
These outfits were meant to be gifts for Isabel, but his high spirit was now gone.
Andrei selected a seductive slip dress from the collection and tossed it to Isabel. "Put this on," he commanded.
His authoritative tone brooked no dissent. His silent yet oppressive dem
