He scooped me up in his arms like I was a toddler, making me feel ridiculously small. I couldn’t help but feel like a baby being carried around, and I wondered if he was expecting me to start crying for a bottle next
He opened the room door with one hand, ignoring my shouts and struggles as he moved toward the exit. Even the boss and staff stood by, silent, unwilling to challenge him—his cold face too much for anyone to confront. He walked without a word, his steps deliberate, until he reached his car. With a rough shove, he tossed me into the back seat, slammed the door shut, and slid into the driver's seat, the engine roaring to life as if nothing had happened
We soon arrived at his villa. He parked the car and opened my door, and I shot him a glare. He just smiled back, like he hadn’t just kidnapped me an hour ago. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I was in a hostage situation or a bad rom-com
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