"Ah! You are hurting me, Paul," I shouted as well.
"Do you think I care?" Paul spoke, and I started trying to loosen his grip, but I was not able to.
"Paul!" I arched my brows while saying, "I think my dad is at home; if I shouted for help, you can assume what could have happened."
Paul softened his gaze as he heard me. But suddenly he spoke out with a heavy tone, "as if I care, Elena? Do you think I am f*****g afraid of your dad? Don't ever think about it."
I sighed as I squeezed my eyes slightly while thinking, 'This mad boy will make me crazy like him. I need to manage him by telling him something.'
"Paul, I am tired. Can we talk in the room?" I said.
There was a 90 percent chance he would say no to me, which he urged me about last night. Paul kept his gaze on me and suddenly loos
