Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 78

He used that tone that always made me feel like a child being lectured. Except this time, it was different.

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Are you avoiding me Violets

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I shook my head quickly and pulled the sweet from my lips. “Oh, I was just trying to study alone,” I said, forcing my voice to sound normal, even though inside I was screaming.

Roman’s gaze lingered on me, making my skin prickle. He had always paid more attention to me than to the other students, and I knew it was because I used to be Matthew’s girlfriend. But why was he here now, talking to me so casually? Especially when I wasn’t with Matthew anymore.

“Is that so?” he murmured.

I nodded, desperate to end this. My eyes darted to the clock on the wall, and I seized my chance. “Would you look at the time,” I said, faking a laugh. “I have to go. I have a meeting with my brother.”

I bent down and stuffed my notes into my bag in a rush, the papers crumpling, and my fingers trembling. I stood, bowed my head slightly to avoid his stare, and muttered, “Goodbye, sir.”

I turned to leave, already starting to feel relieved, until a cold hand closed firmly around mine.

I gasped, my breath caught in my throat. I turned my head back.

His eyes locked with mine as he asked. “Are you avoiding me, Violet?”

Huh? Yes, I had been avoiding him, but why did he sound like that? My eyes snapped to his face, searching for something, and only then did I notice it. I had been too desperate to run before to realize how dark his eyes were.

Was I overthinking it? In that moment, I could’ve sworn he wasn’t looking at me like a professor watching his student. It felt more like a man about to lose something he couldn’t bear to let go of.

My throat went dry. “Mr. Roman…?”

I was about to ask him what was going on when the sudden vibration in my other hand startled me. My phone rang, Sebastian’s name lighting up the screen.

I wasn’t lying earlier, I really was supposed to meet my brother. He was probably already waiting.

I lifted my eyes to Roman. He still hadn’t let go of my hand. For a moment, he just stared at me, then slowly released me, his fingers slipping away. I coughed lightly, as if to clear the tension.

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