My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173: 173/Run, Julie, Run!

Chapter 173

Julie’s Point of View

I retreated instinctively, trying to escape Carlos’s piercing gaze, but I tripped over those damn heels and lost my balance completely. I felt the air being sucked out from under my feet; I was about to crash onto the floor when suddenly, Carlos’s powerful hand shot out toward my waist, yanking me toward him with a violence that saved me from the fall.

I felt his other hand wrap around my back to steady me, pressing me against his hard body until I could feel his heat seeping into me. "I’ve got you," he said in a triumphant tone. His hands were pulling me so close my breath faltered. I tried to regain my lost composure.

"Fine... let me go now," I murmured.

"I can’t," he replied, locking his eyes onto mine.

"Let me go, Carlos!" I snapped this time, trying to break free from his grip.

He pulled his hands away gently, as if savoring my reaction. "I’ve let you go."

I raised a trembling finger at him in warning. "Don’t you ever do that again."

He wasn’t deterred.

Instead, he took my raised finger and kissed it with a provocative tenderness. I snatched it back instantly while he said with a confident smirk, "I can’t promise you that." His persistence was irritating yet somehow appealing; my feelings were a mess. "Fine... I’m going to my room," I said, trying to escape.

But before I could take a single step, a husky voice shattered the silence of the hallway from behind me: "Carlos."

I spun my entire body around to see Robert walking toward us with steady, imposing strides.

The moment I saw him, memories of the office flooded back; I remembered his touch, how he coldly undid my buttons... I swear I nearly lost my balance again from sheer fluster.

Robert stood directly in front of us.

He fixed his sharp gaze on me for seconds that felt like he was piercing through my clothes and skin, then directed his stern look at Carlos. "Is there something important, Carlos, that brings you here so early?" he asked in a cold tone dripping with suspicion.

"You know, Robert, that I’ve started to miss you very much," Carlos said in a tone that held another layer of veiled defiance.

Then, with a bold movement, he turned his gaze toward me, repeating slowly, "Miss you... very much."

I averted my eyes immediately, the tension in the air becoming suffocating. "Excuse me... I’m going to my room," I whispered.

But Robert’s response came cutting like a blade: "You’re coming with me."

I looked at him in surprise. "To the office?"

"No," he answered coldly.

"Where to?" I asked curiously.

"You’ll see," he replied, beginning to walk.

He walked ahead of me, and I followed with stumbling steps because of my high heels, until he suddenly turned and scanned me with a look I couldn’t decipher. "Are you staying in those clothes?" he asked.

"Should I change?" I asked, flustered.

"Yes."

I didn’t know where we were going or what I should wear. "Do you want me to wear something specific?"

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