Brian felt a sharp pang in his heart at Claire's words, as if she had struck the most fragile part of him.
For a fleeting moment, he wanted to believe there was a hint of genuine emotion hidden in her words. But when he met her indifferent gaze, he realized it was nothing more than sarcasm.
Yet, even knowing this, his heart betrayed him and stirred with emotion.
Coming to terms with the fact that she had never felt differently towards him, his eyes, filled with complex emotions, turned bloodshot.
This intense look made Claire uneasy, prompting her to push him away.
But Brian stood firm, his presence dark and menacing. “Do you think I’ll let you marry another man?”
The ambiguity in his words made Claire's heart race.
Facing his obsessive glare, she quickly averted her eyes. "Who I marry is none of your business."
Brian’s brow furrowed slightly, and he let out a cold laugh that echoed in the cramped storage room, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.
"None of my business? You say that so easily. As long as my sister remains unconscious, your life belongs to the Cole family. Now tell me, is it my business or not?"
As he spoke, his grip on Claire’s shoulders tightened, as if trying to infuse years of obsession into that single grasp.
The pain in her injured shoulder was excruciating, but Claire gritted her teeth and endured, her hands trembling slightly.
Brian’s recently bandaged palm started to bleed again from the pressure, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, perhaps punishing both himself and Claire. Blood seeped out, staining Claire’s clothes, making it unclear whose blood it was.
Brian loathed himself in that moment.
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