Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 52

Chapter Sa

“, Lean’t leave?” Anathea refused, clutching onto the sink. Her er was hoarse die to the alcohol. “I have to go back. I haven’t fatshed drinking.”

“Anathea! Do you lover drinking that isch?” (regory’s voler tamel cold. The moment he heard she wanted to go back for more drinks, a surge of angerwelled up in his chest.

Anthea shook her head. She didn’t love alcohol she just could bear to watch the three million slip through her fingers Three million”

“Three million?” Gregory let out a sharp laugh.

He grabbed her wrist and yanked her toward him, gripping her chili “Are you really that desperate for money?”

He prided himself on not mistreating her financially. Sure, I had given her an excessive amount because in his mind, the fact that he’d agreed to marry her was already more than generises,

She had no right to ask for more. But he’d never deprived her either. Everything she ate, wore, and lived on was up to the standards et a wealthy wile.

And yet, she’d stooped this low for a measly three million?

“Anathea, are you really this cheap? Why are you obsessed with merely three million?” Gregory questioned, his voice dripping

His contemptuous gaze stung Anathea. She’d thought she was past caring about Gregory’s opinion of her. But her heart still

ached

If it weren’t for Gregory, she might’ve still been the carefree heiress of the Jacobson family. Three million would’ve meant nothing to her. But she’d lost everything, and three million was a fortune for her now. It was unbelievably hard to come by.

“Yes, I’m that cheap.” Anathea let out a self–deprecating laugh and pushed at Gregory. “So, Mr. Sinclair, stay away from me Don’t lower yourself to my level.”

Gregory’s eyes darkened at her words. His grip tightened, locking her in place.

“Gregory, you—

Before Anathea could finish, Gregory lowered his head and crushed his lips against hers.

Her wide eyes reflected his sharp, stormy face. It took her nearly ten seconds to snap out of her daze before she shoved him away with all her strength.

Gregory took a step back. Anathea immediately turned to the sink, scrubbing her lips with water, as if trying to erase any trace of

Her actions only stoked Gregory’s fury. Did she despise his touch that much?

He clenched his hands, veins bulging along the backs of them. In one swift motion, he stepped forward, pinning her against the

Gripping the back of her head, he tilted her head by force and sunk his teeth into her neck.

Anathea sucked in a sharp breath, pain flashing through her eyes. Tears welled at the comers as she rasped, “Gregory, you’re such a bastard!”

It was the first time she’d ever cursed him.

“Gregory froze for a second. He let her go, realizing he’d gone too far. The sight of her on the verge of tears made his chest feel

stifled, a strange emotion surfacing within him.

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