Putting aside his tyranny and overbearing behavior, there did not seem to be other shortcomings.
Despite his tyranny, there were times that he could be so adorable as well.
A sense of belonging well up from within her!
He turned around and glanced at her.
Feeling guilty, she quickly composed herself and struggled to get up to put on the robe herself. "I'll do it myself! I'll wear it; you don't need—"
Scoffing, he slapped her hand away.
She winced and glared at him petulantly as she rubbed the back of her palm, which had been slapped painfully pinkish by him.
This man sure had a strong wrist power.
A light slap was enough to make her hand red.
"Let me do it myself!"
She reached out to grab the robe defiantly, only to have him slapped her hand away one more time.
"I'm wearing this for you."
It was an order this time.
