Chapter 129

I didn't know how much time passed before Darren finally let me go. His eyes, filled with desire, stayed fixed on me like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey. My body felt weak, but that didn't stop me from slapping him hard across the face. The sharp sound of the slap echoed in the air as he stood there, accepting it without flinching. I looked at the redness on his handsome face and shouted, "What are you doing? Are you trying to be a pervert?" His voice was low and tinged with desire. "I admit my mistakes." I was baffled. I turned away and quickly walked toward the car, leaving Darren behind. He obediently trailed after me without saying a word. Unbeknownst to me, someone quietly left the scene. Darren watched the lonely figure retreat, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He touched his lips, the smile deepening. … The wound on my hand was healing, and in the middle of the night, I sat up in bed. The bright moonlight shone through the window and onto my sheets. The wound