Charles’ POV
She tried to break free, but without success. "Let me go, you bastard," she exclaimed, with anger, but I tightened my grip on her arms, rendering her immobile. "You must be crazy to fight with me like this!" I said, looking intently at her.
She broke into a huge smile. "Did you enjoy getting hit, darling?" she asked.
"You look beautiful when you're fighting, but you know you're too tired to keep it up, and you have to admit it's because of all the cigarettes you've been smoking." I threw the truth in her face even though she didn't ask for it. Yala needed to know that her habit would only harm her. But I felt a pang of guilt as I saw the sadness in her eyes.
"That's none of your business. Now get off me," she said, looking sad.
"I'm telling you this for your own good, Yal
