The room temperature dropped to an all-time low, and the air was too heavy to breathe. Cedric had to give it to her, his wife was a talented liar, and now she was painting him as being incapable of having her in bed.
Only if she knew the things he could do...
Cedric suddenly flipped her over on the bed with his hand still on her neck. His hold was not too tight as she could still breathe, but Abrielle was not comfortable knowing he could snap her head anytime.
His gold eyes were very cold, and she knew she had hit a nail. Her eyes widened in disbelief. Despite the situation, she was already in, her mouth and still wanted to run and put her in further problems. "Wait, don't tell me it is true." She gasped, and this time, Cedric tightened his hold on her neck. It felt like he was squeezing all the air from her lungs.
