Kill to become a slave to a man as heartless as he was. I spat to my feet. “Good night. I need rest.”
"But the didn’t date isn’t over,” Mr. Adiaga said.
Saving whatever was left of my dignity, I jutted my chin. “Until the wedding, I am still the owner of my life.”
He wiggled his brows, and his face contorted into a rosy expression. “You are one hell of an interesting woman.”
My eyes widened, but quickly I narrowed them. He didn’t deserve a reaction from me. Without responding, I swung around and strutted out of the restaurant.
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Immediately after I got home, I took off my heels and turned on the light bulb. The bright white light shone on the walls of the apartment, but it couldn’t reach the walls of my heart.
I sprawled on the sofa, the tight dress bridling my movement. My hands flew to my neck. The diamond necklace looked more like a collar confining me than an accessory.
The next fifteen minutes were spent on the sofa, thinking of ways to escape from this predicament. Would running back to London save me? Then what if the chaos followed me to London and then I drowned not only me but my aunty?