"DAMN that woman!" Tyron muttered repeatedly, stroking his cheek that Emilia had slapped earlier. No one had ever done that to him before. No woman had ever slapped him except for Catriona. He had only been slapped by his ex-girlfriend back then because he drank without telling her. But now, he couldn't accept that he was slapped by the woman he should be holding and spinning in his hands.
"You didn't see or hear anything, Mark," Tyron said firmly as his driver sped up the car after Emilia got out.
They were still far from the penthouse and he had no plans to go back to the woman. Let her struggle with commuting.
Mark responded with a nod. Tyron remained silent and kept rubbing his temple. He couldn't help but feel stressed because of Emilia. She wouldn't give in to him. Instead of obey
