"Please don't fall for him anymore…"
As I stepped into Dexter's room, he suddenly pressed me against the wall.
He pleaded with me not to fall for Damien anymore.
"I don't like him anymore," I muttered.
"Lies…" He accused me of lying.
"I…" I tried to explain, but he silenced me with a kiss.
My breaths were hot, and the room seemed to heat up.
I was still afraid of him. When he became serious, he was terrifying.
When I called him by his nickname, he seemed to regain some composure.
Indeed, his icy gaze softened momentarily when I called him Dexter. He took a deep breath and let go of me, likely concerned about hurting the baby I was carrying.
"Sophia, please don't leave me again. Don't lie to me," he kept repeating.
It seemed like Sophia had deceived him many times before.
But I couldn't remember.
