The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 599

Petty truly hadn't expected Franco to prepare a gift for her.

It was safe to say that most people completely forgot to acknowledge a mother on her child’s birthday. The grueling physical toll and endless sacrifices of bringing a life into the world were really only understood by those who had lived through it.

But why the hell should she accept it?

Being penned in by Franco against the door meant that if she leaned forward, her face would smash into the glass, and if she leaned back, she would collide with his chest. She couldn't even turn around, let alone use the hand he was currently pinning down.

"Let go of me first. I'm uncomfortable like this."

Franco's gaze remained fixed on her eyelashes, which were fluttering at a completely normal, steady rhythm.

His little liar had leveled up. She could spit out falsehoods without breaking a sweat or batting an eye.

She wasn't the girl who used to explode at the slightest provocation, refusing to yield an inch.

"Let go, so what? So you can seize the chance to rip the door open and run?"

Petty froze, instinctively turning her head.

His hot breath instantly grazed her skin. He was far too close, crowding her as if he absolutely refused to let her slip away, yet hovering just a fraction of an inch away, exercising a punishing level of restraint.

Because she had turned her head, she was close enough to actually hear the quiet, slow sound of him swallowing. The image of his throat working flashed vividly through her mind.

Petty’s fingers twitched. She frowned deeply and snapped her head back toward the glass.

"Where exactly am I going to run to on your turf? Besides, could I even outrun you? I know my own limits."

She had openly admitted to being completely at his mercy, yet Franco’s response was a cool, detached murmur. "I'm not letting go."

"And for the record, you're wrong. Misty Vale isn't my turf."

Franco’s deep, resonant voice vibrated like the strings of a cello, sending microscopic, agonizing tremors straight into Petty's heart.

"All my private properties belong to you. Including Misty Vale. It was transferred into your name years ago."