Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 241

Anathea’s shoulders were exposed to the cool air, and her body trembled. She didn’t know if it was from the cold or from fear.

Gregory gave her the answer a second later.

His teeth grazed the delicate skin of her neck. Anathea hissed in pain and tried to push him away, but he caught her wrists and pinned them down against the couch.

“So, how did it feel dancing with Theo?” Gregory gripped her chinas he stared at her with a menacing look.

Anathea turned her head away, refusing to meet his gaze. She didn’t even bother answering.

That silence only provoked him more.

He pressed his tongue against his molars. A twisted smile curled across his lips, born out of fury.

“Must’ve felt amazing, huh? That’d explain why you were smiling like that. You want to flirt with random men? Fine. But now you’re going after my friend? Anathea, are you that desperate for love?”

His voice exploded in a roar. “If you’re that desperate, I’m right in front of you. Am I not enough? You seriously have the nerve to want someone else?

“Don’t forget, Anathea. Adam is still in my hands. You’re not just Mrs. Sinclair in name. Your body, your affection, everything about you belongs to me.”

He never imagined that one day he’d lose control like this, desperately demanding love from Anathea.

The thing he’d once scoffed at had never seemed worth a second thought. And yet now, he was begging her for it like a man possessed.

He’d thought the method Wesley mentioned would work, but he hadn’t anticipated that Wesley’s confidence came from the fact that Olivia still cared about him. Even if it wasn’t because she liked him, it was because she had something to gain from him.

Anathea wasn’t like that. She no longer cared about Gregory, nor did she want anything from him. The only string still tying them together was his grip on Adam’s life.

So when Gregory tried to use that threat again, all Anathea gave him was a blank look. Her indifference made his rage look childish.

“Gregory, you can dance with Natalie, but I can’t dance with anyone else? Don’t you think that’s a little hypocritical? And that incident with Theo was just a misunderstanding. A waiter bumped into me. I couldn’t dodge in time, and Theo just happened to catch me.”

Anathea laid it out clearly, but Gregory didn’t care about facts.

“Then how do you explain the way he was holding you?”

“I don’t know!” Anathea snapped, her patience worn thin. No one could be expected to tolerate being accused again and again, especially when they’d done nothing wrong.

“But don’t worry. You’ve already threatened me with my dad. I know what’s more important. I promised you I’d be Mrs. Sinclair, and I won’t do anything else. There’s no need for you to get paranoid and question me.”

She met his eyes squarely. “And as for this so–called love you keep demanding, has no one ever told you that love has to be mutual? You don’t even know how to love someone. So why should you expect me to love you?”

She used to believe that no matter how cold Gregory was, if she showed him enough affection, he would eventually fall in love with her.

But he was too heartless. His indifference had worn down her feelings until there was nothing left. So she’d chosen to let go and walk away.

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