Wayne Bailey's voice was hoarse and ruthless, "Rules? They are just there to torment the me who loves you… Tell me, what kind of torment would make you happy?"
She hadn't made her demands yet, but he already knew that what she wanted to say was nothing good.
"You can't lay a hand on Mr. Harrington anymore; no hitting him, fighting with him, or pointing a gun at him anymore. Think about the consequences if he died… You just lose your sense when you're impulsive and don't think about the consequences at all. Therefore, if you make a mistake, I will punish you." Anna Jadwin bit her lip; today, there was just no holding him back.
Wayne Bailey's jaw tensed, and he let out a defiant cold laugh. Punishment?
The punishment he feared the most was—
"The punishment you fear the most is me ignoring you, so if you do something wrong, I'll ignore you."
Anna Jadwin hit his Achilles' heel.
"You treat my love for you as a chip to squander at will?"
