Chapter Ninety Five: You will give me what I want, whether you like it or not
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After she basically cried out and painted herself as unavoidably pitiable, she still could not see a shift in his mood at all. He was still mockingly nonchalant and all that she had said seemed to not have moved him at all.
Still, with all that she had said and all the indirect accusations she had thrown around, she expected words from him, but words was not exactly what came. He instead decided to act. She really couldn't understand what was going on when he shifted towards her, and with every single distance he covered towards her, she decided to open a bigger gap between them until she found herself backed into the headboard again.
Now he had cornered her. What was he to do?
