He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 100

A second later, he dropped to his knees before her.

Her fingers instinctively clamped down on the jagged ceramic. "Nelson!!"

The edges bit violently into her skin. She was certain her palm was about to bleed.

Nelson was like a lunatic, completely ruthless in his execution.

Every single one of Juniper's senses went into overdrive, short-circuiting her brain. Even as she desperately tried to anchor herself to the sharp pain in her hand to stay conscious, the absolute reality of what he was doing shattered her remaining sanity.

She twisted her head toward the mirror, entirely unable to comprehend the expression on her own face.

The floor was littered with shattered porcelain, the deadliest piece gripped tightly in her hand. Nelson was subjecting her to the ultimate act of possessive violation—deeply intimate, yet entirely weaponized. She hated him so much in that moment that she wanted to drive the shard through his skull, or slice his throat open.

But if he feared for his life, he never would have put the weapon in her hand to begin with.

Juniper was pushed to the absolute brink of a psychological breakdown.

Yet Nelson drank her in as if he were a dying man in the desert who had finally found water.

The sharp clatter of the ceramic hitting the floor echoed in the small space. Her hands abandoned the weapon, gripping the edge of the marble sink so hard her knuckles turned white, her eyes squeezed shut, refusing to look anywhere.

The tension in the room was so thick that every sound felt deafening.

Nelson finally looked up, his gaze locking onto her tear-filled, devastated eyes.

His stare was predatory, dripping with the sick satisfaction of complete domination.

A long time passed—so long that the knocking on the bathroom door escalated into heavy pounding.

Juniper remained slumped against the edge of the vanity, resting against the mirror like a fragile leaf entirely at the mercy of the wind.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

The knocking was relentless. Julian's worried voice filtered through. "Nelson, are you in there?"

It wasn't just Julian. Alistair was out there, too.

The door was deadbolted. No one outside had any idea what was happening inside.

Julian rubbed the back of his neck nervously. It was only after Alistair had rushed out of the adjacent private room that Julian realized Juniper was on a date with someone else.

She wanted the floor to swallow her whole.

Nelson, however, remained completely unfazed. When he finally unlocked and yanked the door open, his aura was suffocatingly dominant.

When Julian saw Nelson carry her out—having literally wrapped his own suit jacket tightly around her legs to shield her from anyone's view—he was floored by the sheer, unhinged possessiveness of it.

He desperately wanted to ask, *What the hell were you doing in there?*

But Juniper's face was buried completely in Nelson's chest. She refused to look at anyone, the only visible part of her being the tips of her ears, which were burning a furious red.

Julian could tell immediately: Juniper wasn't just embarrassed, and she wasn't just angry.

She had been pushed so far past her breaking point that she had completely shut down, turning into a shell to hide from the reality of what just happened.

Nelson's dark eyes slid over to Alistair, offering a slow, arrogant smirk of absolute victory.

Alistair didn't take the bait. He only looked at the trembling girl in Nelson's arms and said softly, "Get some rest."

Julian practically wanted to give Alistair a standing ovation. Look at the absolute class on that guy—unlike Nelson, who was a certified, unapologetic psycho.