Frankie left the room resolutely and slammed the door shut angrily.
Just as Kaylin was about to step out of the closet, the light-coloured wooden door collapsed into pieces.
She stepped on wood chips and walked into the bathroom.
The water in the bathtub was steaming hot, with bright red rose petals floating on it. A few lit candles surrounded the bathtub and two glasses of red wine were placed beside it. It was so romantic and perfect! It should've been shared between lovers.
He had always been using her as he pleased, so why did he put in so much effort to please her?
In fact, he could've threatened her all the time, and she would be forced to obey. He really didn't need to put in so much effort.
Kaylin placed a hand on her chest as she recalled the incident that happened half an h
