"Why?"
"I don't want to be harassed."
I was fuming, ready to bash Clayton's head in.
If it weren't for his insane routine of busting my door every now and then, would I even be forced to move? He should cover my moving costs!
"Harassed?"
Clayton looked at me intently, a sarcastic smile briefly crossing his face, "I've seen plenty of women like you, trying to get my attention with these antics, huh?"
A shiver ran through me, and mimicking Clayton's tone, I snapped back, "Mr. Blackwood, narcissism is a disease, too."
Thinking everyone's head over heels for you, huh? Well, I'm a dignified heir of capitalism, not swayed by your sweet nothings!
At my words, Clayton's gaze turned icy and threatening.
He advanced step by step, pinning me against the wall before stopping, his voice through gritted teeth, "What did you say?"
I was in trouble!
Regret washed over me as I realized Clayton wasn't just a scoundrel but also deeply paranoid. Once he believed something, nobody could convince him otherwise.
His conviction that Eleanor was a manipulative woman who had orchestrated his breakup with his old flame was his twisted form of romance to keep her close and torment her relentlessly.