Scarlett’s POV
When I returned to the room, Nathan was still there, his head leaning against the headboard, eyes closed as if in deep thought.
“I told you to leave,” I said, walking to the closet to grab some fresh clothes.
“You didn’t really think I would listen, did you?” he retorted, opening his eyes.
I glared at him. “You seem to forget, Nathan. This is my house, and you have no right to be here.”
“Oh yeah? Why don’t you come push me out? Let’s see how far you can get,” he taunted.
My chest heaved with frustration. “f**k you!” I snapped.
“I wouldn’t mind a second round,” he replied, smirking.
I groaned and stormed into the bathroom. He always knew how to push my buttons. Annoying son of a b***h.
“So, I have been searching online for a witch doctor who might help, but most of t
