~CHAPTER FORTY NINE~
He doesn’t look at me.
That indifference snaps something inside me.
I don’t know where the boldness comes from—anger or frustration but my body moves before fear can catch up. I rise from the bed and walk around to his side, my pulse loud in my ears.
I close his laptop.
The sound is loud.
The room stills instantly.
He doesn’t react at first. Not a blink.
Then—
“Did you just close my laptop?” he asks.
His voice is calm.
“Yes.” My voice shakes, but I force the words out anyway. “I’m tired of speaking to you while you act like I don’t exist. Like I’m stupid.”
The truth spills out faster than I can stop it.
Only then do I step back.
He slowly places the laptop aside. Then his glass of liquor. Each movement slow, deliberate—as if he’s restraining himself piec
