Juliette maintained a polite smile as she engaged with the guest in front of her. The first time his hand brushed hers, she dismissed it as an accidental encounter. The second time, she shot him a stern look, clearly indicating her discomfort. However, as his intrusive touches persisted, her temper reached its boiling point.
In a swift and controlled motion, she seized his hand, bending his fingers backward with a firm grip. The threat in her voice was palpable as she warned, "Touch me again, and I will break your fingers."
A heavy silence settled over the table at her words, the onlookers stunned by the sudden escalation. Juliette tossed the man's hand away in disgust, leaning back in her chair to regain composure. Anger pulsed through her veins, but an unsettling feeling lingered.
