Chapter 89:
Julie's Point of View
Robert finally left, leaving behind air saturated with the scent of tension; that bastard violates my privacy as if my room is a military barrack he owns.
I picked up my shirt with hands trembling from sheer rage, thrusting its buttons into their holes with hysterical speed, while my chest heaved sharply.
He toyed with me, made me believe a disgusting illusion, and now he gloats, thinking I harmed myself for his sake.
"How many more calamities will fall upon me in this cursed place?"
I muttered as I stood before the mirror, where I let down my brown hair with a nervous movement,
my fingers skillfully combing the strands forward to hide that blatant redness on my cheek.
I stared at the lost reflection of my eyes, and suddenly a thought struck me that made the blood rush to my ears in shame:
"Was that harasser really staring at my chest?"
I shook my head hard to dispel the thought;
