Chris' gaze was devoid of tenderness, replaced by a chilling coldness. "Amber, apologize to your sister."
I lifted my chin, straightening my spine. "No!"
Chris never expected me to have the audacity to defy him.
The time when he despised me, coincided with my budding affection for him.
Because I liked him, I was cautious and meticulous in his presence.
With a heart whole of caution, I offer him my genuine affection, terrified that he might despise me.
But no matter what I did, it was always wrong in his eyes.
Nothing I did could ever measure up to Sharon.
Chris was briefly surprised, then returned to the couch with Sharon in his arms.
As I walked away, I heard Chris warn, "Amber, don't make me angry."
His bodyguard stopped me and escorted me back in front of the two of them.
Chris sat there, legs crossed, looking at me leisurely.
The pressure was palpable.
"Apologize to Sharon."
Sharon flashed me a challenging smile, then turned to Chris. "It's okay, Amber didn't mean it."
Chris looked at her pityingly. "Sharon, you're too soft-hearted. You treat her like Amber, but she's never seen you as her sister."
Then, he glared at me. "Anyone who hurts Sharon will pay double."