Chapter 1233
"I'm going to count to three, and if you don't leave, I'll kick you out," Rosalie warned.
Blake just gave her a side-eye, doubting her words. "I don't think you will."
Rosalie replied calmly, "I've taken karate classes. That little slap was nothing compared to what I can really do."
Blake's smile froze. Only a tiny bit of her power?
He could still feel where she slapped him, and it hurt. He realized Rosalie was not someone to mess with. If a small slap was just a tiny show of her strength, a kick would hurt a lot more.
Blake started sweating. "Maybe we can talk this out?"
"There's nothing to talk about," she said firmly.
Blake looked sad. "But this is my only request."
"Good. Then you have nothing." She began to count, starting at the end. "Three."
"Hold on, I think there's still room for discussion."
"No. Two."
"But my face really hurts."
"One."
Blake dramatically lay on the floor. "Fine, I'll just stay here then. If you want to hit me, go ahead."
Rosalie groun
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