"Lina has already told me that you're just putting on an act to gain my sympathy. Do you think you can make me forget that you killed my brother? Dream on!" He roared like a madman.
I slapped him again. This time, I was really angry.
If the guilt was fake.
If I was pretending to be mute.
Then what was real?
Dean frantically pressed my head into the bathtub, which was full of water. When I was about to suffocate, he pulled me out again and repeated it several times.
"Don't think I don't know that you're just following me as a substitute for my brother. You're really a pervert. Your boyfriend is dead, but you're still coveting his brother."
"Then I'll do as you wish!"
This time, Dean threw me directly into the bathtub, tore off my thin shirt, and grabbed my white skin with his big hand.
I stared at him in horror and struggled to make a hoarse sound.
“Dean, what are you doing?”
“What am I doing? Isn't it what you want?”
Dean sneered and unbuttoned his shirt, pressing his handsome face down.
A cold breath blew on my neck.
“No... No...”
"Go to bed."
I struggled in a panic. I couldn't tell whether the face approaching me was Edward or Dean!
They clearly had the same face...
Why...