Chapter 142

A massive pair of antlers hung on the wall. As I recalled how Darren had held me back, I wondered if I'd been about to run into the antlers. I turned to look at Darren, who wore an expressionless face. His lifeless bloodshot eyes were glued to me, and his black hair was a stark contrast to his pale complexion. A faint trace of blood was visible beneath his white shirt. I met his eyes and asked, "Darren, do you know who I am?" His cracked lips moved slightly, and he uttered two words, "My wife." I frowned as I corrected him, "I'm not." Darren's gaze turned stubborn and possessive. He insisted, saying, "You are." He began to approach me slowly, and his tall figure exuded an overwhelming dominance like a starving wolf confronting a vulnerable bunny. It felt as if he might devour me at any moment. I had to give in and say, "Alright. If you say so, I am." Darren pulled me into his arms and tightened his grip. As he buried his head on my shoulder, it felt like a blazing inferno was