Quentin Grant let out a chuckle. "You’ve got so nerve, daring to curse now."
"Are you that lonely, pathetic, and desperate? You don’t even have anyone to talk to. One hour, max. I’m going ho," she said stiffly.
"How is one hour enough? Will you be satisfied?"
Nora Ainsworth felt like taking a hamr and beating this treacherous man to death. He was the one who had threatened and bribed her to co here, yet he was twisting it around to bla her. He was absolutely shaless!
She instinctively retorted, "Isn’t one hour enough for you to talk? Isn’t keeping you company for an hour enough? Just how pathetic are you? All alone all day, with no one to even pay you any mind."
The mont the words left her mouth, she regretted them. Quentin Grant’s expression turned dangerous, sending a shiver down her spine.
"No one pays any mind?"
Nora Ainsworth gave a hollow laugh. "Don’t get wrong, I wasn’t talking about you."
"If not , then who were you talking about? There are only two of us here."
Choked up, knowing anything she said would be wrong, Nora Ainsworth decided to just keep her mouth shut.
He stood up, and in one swift movent, lifted her and set her down on the piano strings.
Nora Ainsworth looked at the strings beneath her, not daring to move a muscle. "This piano is so expensive. Aren’t you afraid I’ll break it?"
"I have more than enough money."
She was finally convinced: it was impossible to communicate with this inhuman creature.
"Besides, I’m not going to marry Sharon Ainsworth."
Nora Ainsworth remained silent, listening to what he had to say.
"Since I won’t be marrying her, then, as for you and Leon Lynch—" He deliberately trailed off.
"What about and Leon Lynch?"
"What happens to you and him will naturally depend on my mood."
"Quentin Grant, why are you doing this to , and only ? I’ve already lost my freedom to you, which is humiliating enough. Why do you have to treat like this on top of it all? Give a tifra. When will you finally let go?"
Quentin Grant’s hand brushed against her lips, soft and delicate. "Do you want to leave that badly? Do you have any idea how many won would kill to be with ? You have this opportunity, so why throw it away? Am I not better than Leon Lynch?"
Nora Ainsworth remained stubborn. "Quentin Grant, you are powerful, I’ll give you that. It might be easy for won to throw themselves at you, but if you have the guts, then give your heart! Otherwise, stop acting on a whim and imprisoning !"
He stared at her, then suddenly sneered, "You want my heart? Do you really think that’s possible?"
Nora Ainsworth felt like he was driving her insane. "If you don’t have the courage to give your heart, what gives you the right to keep taking my freedom? You’re so powerful, you think you can control another person’s feelings at will, but at the very least, it has to be mutual for the ga to be fun, doesn’t it?"
"Nora Ainsworth, until I get tired of you, you will stay by my side, hidden away from the world. Otherwise, I will truly make you wish you were dead, and I will make life a living hell for everyone connected to you. Also, I don’t want to hear what you said today ever again!"
"Then you’d better guard your heart very, very carefully, and don’t you dare fall in love with ."
The coldness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a blossoming smile. "That’s what I’ve been wanting to say to you. Nora Ainsworth, you’d better not fall in love with ."
Nora Ainsworth scoffed, "You think I would fall in love with a man who threatens and forces kisses on at the drop of a hat? You can stop daydreaming."
"Let’s hope so."
In the end, Nora Ainsworth really did leave after one hour.
She took a taxi back to the Ainsworth Residence.
Passing by the living room, she saw no one was there and went straight upstairs.
Just as she pushed open her door and stepped inside, she saw a tall figure standing by the window, motionless as a statue.
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