She stared at him, stunned. It felt like he'd slapped her hard across the face.
To him, she had always been nothing more than a toy. It was like that before, it was like that now, and it would always be that way. Their relationship would never change.
She lowered her eyelashes, choosing silence.
His large hand gripped her chin tightly, his eyes flickering with barely contained rage. “What? Did my words make you uncomfortable?”
“You were the one who asked me to set the conditions. Now you act like some virtuous woman. Who are you trying to impress? Are you keeping yourself pure for the old man who's already dead, or for Aaron?”
His mocking words cut into her heart like sharp blades. But Eliza didn’t want to argue. She just looked at him calmly, watching him get angry, lose his composure, and mock her with every word.
“Speak up. Why are you silent again?” He tightened his grip on her chin, almost crushing it.
She winced from the sharp pain, frowning. “What do you want me to say?”
“You turned our relationship into this,” he said, a mix of helplessness and harshness in his tone. He took a deep breath. “I wanted to get along with you, to start over, Eliza, but you couldn’t care less. Your heart is cold, frozen solid, unmeltable, indifferent, and resolute. I see it all. So, let’s just go back to how things were.”
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