"Cece..."
Out of nowhere, Durrell Landon suddenly spoke. His tone was calm, but it sent chills down her spine.
"If I kept you by my side for the rest of your life, would that finally prove what I've been saying?"
In that moment, she seemed to forget how to breathe. She could feel that Durrell was utterly, deadly serious as he said those words.
He really wanted to keep her locked away in Imperial View Manor for life.
Her face darkened. "If you really dared do that, I'd hate you for the rest of my life. Besides, you don't have what it takes to keep me locked up forever."
Durrell kept his gaze lowered, quietly watching her. There wasn't even a hint of a smile in his eyes, those pitch-black pupils shut out any light, the curve of his lips frosted and cold.
If you looked closely, you could see the veins on the back of his hand rising under the skin.
He was clearly holding back to his absolute limit.
