"How long do you need?" Charles Harrington's eyes grew even darker.
"One week, I'm not mentally prepared yet..."
"I've already given you plenty of time to prepare," Charles Harrington said, gripping her seriously, "Since you married me, don't even dream about using me up and then kicking me to the curb! You won't have that luxury with me, and I won't let you succeed!"
"..."
"I'm only giving you five minutes to think it over. When time's up, tell me your answer."
Anna Jadwin's whole body felt cold.
"Refuse me, and I will send you back to Wayne Bailey right now. You can relive your old dreams with him until you regret it and come back to me!" Charles Harrington smelled her scent, forced himself not to linger, and harshly pulled away from her.
Anna Jadwin stared at him blankly, her body suddenly starting to tremble.
The familiar, tearing pain exploded within her.
Her illness had flared up...
