"You do have some self-awareness. You know exactly how infuriating you are."
"Then just do it!"
'I accept this outcome,' Elodie thought.
Her delicate face was grim with resignation. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her whole body braced against a pain she was clearly terrified of.
Damian found himself thinking, 'If I actually slapped her, would she burst into tears the next second? Honestly, I don't really want to let this infuriating woman off easy.'
How many times could one person provoke him in the span of a few days? She was the textbook example. There probably wasn't another soul on earth who could manage it.
"That's enough. If I actually hit you, I'd look like a monster."
The slap never landed. Elodie's eyes flew open in confusion.
Damian's voice was cold as ice. "I'm putting thi
