He Gave Her Strawberries, Gave Me Hives (Ford and Sylvia) novel Chapter 28

Chapter 8

That evening, I finally couldn’t take it anymore.

Cole Nash was definitely a master of psychological warfare. Nobody could beat him at his own game.

I showed up at his study door.

He heard my footsteps and looked over with a slight grunt.

“Need something?”

I laughed coldly.

“Cole Nash, are you trying to sabotage your own wedding?”

He put down his papers, seemingly ready to listen to whatever brilliant speech I was about to make.

I wasn’t some business genius–I really didn’t understand Cole’s strategy.

“You’re keeping me locked up here because you’re scared I’ll ruin your wedding next week, right?”

“You’re being way too paranoid. You don’t trust anyone around me, so you need me under your nose where you can watch me, is that it?”

“But you’re wrong. No woman can stand having another woman in her fiancé’s house.”

“Keep this up and I guarantee you’ll lose Wren.”

“Done?”

His calm reaction made me feel like I was punching cotton.

“And stop being so fucking arrogant. Three years–you dumped me overseas for three years. Did you ever think about what kind of life I was

living?”

“You really think I was abroad studying and advancing my career?”

“What if it was hell on earth? What if I was crying for help and nobody came?”

“Whatever happened before, the old Iris loved Cole Nash. The current Iris doesn’t love Cole Nash anymore!”

My words seemed to really piss him off.

The pen in his hand got bent out of shape.

Veins bulged on his forehead.

“Iris, if you don’t want to die, get your ass back to your room right now.”

I took a deep breath.

“I want to go home.”

Chapter 8

“If that won’t work, let me leave the country. I’ll never come back.”

Suddenly he grabbed my throat.

“Say that again.”

I thought he was going to strangle me.

But after just a few seconds, he let go and threw me back into my room.

I couldn’t get out.

I started asking for neurosurgery textbooks.

Cole didn’t refuse. He had hundreds of them delivered.

After that, I stopped fighting with him and spent every day buried in the materials, studying obsessively.

Nobody understood why I wanted to read neurosurgery books.

Cole couldn’t figure it out either.

He did try asking me about it.

“Is your head bothering you?”

I ignored him.

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