Hearing Hannah’s subdued plea, Declan found himself consumed by a passionate fervor.
“We’re a couple, Hannah. I’m merely asserting my rights. Don’t worry; I’ll take responsibility for you. We’ll remarry after tonight.”
Declan’s self-assured tone elicited a wave of revulsion in Hannah.
In an effort to regain control, she bit down hard on the tip of her tongue.
Enduring the searing pain and the metallic tang of blood in her mouth, her determination barely preserved her sanity.
Only when they returned to the main building did she seize an opportunity. Without hesitation, she delivered a forceful kick to Declan’s legs, eliciting a pained exclamation.
“Ouch!”
Hearing Declan’s cry, Hannah sprinted towards the elevator, not once glancing back.
Her trembling hand repeatedly pressed the elevator button.
However, her hair was suddenly ensnared from behind, a sharp, throbbing pain radiating from her scalp.
She let out a muffled groan and staggered backward, confronting Declan’s menacing face.
“Hannah! Don’t be so fucking ungrateful!”
She found herself forcefully ushered into Declan’s room, where her struggle for freedom manifested in desperate words.
“Declan,” she gasped, “the White family won’t let you go!”
Declan’s retort was sharp, his words laced with possessiveness.
“Shut up! You were mine from the start!”
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The metallic click of the door unlocking resounded through the room, setting her heart pounding.
Hannah was dragged further into the room. Declan still holding her firmly.
Moments later, the door swung open with a resounding bang.
A hand, its knuckles standing out in stark relief, abruptly pressed down on the door Declan was attempting to shut.
With an unexpected force, Declan was knocked to the ground, his world suddenly reeling from a punch.
Hannah’s legs gave way as she was pulled into strong arms, carrying the scent of mint and a faint waft of tobacco.
The clash had taken its toll on Declan, his mouth and nose bleeding as he struggled to regain his footing. He looked up, his expression marked by an awkward mixture of defiance and vulnerability.
Bryson’s dark eyes bore into him with a chilling intensity that made Declan falter and tumble back to the ground. His lips trembled, a feeble attempt to offer an explanation.