"What are you making me do?" Melissa's voice trembled and so did her hands.
"What you desired earlier," Radulf replied. "Do it. I am giving a chance to make me suffer too... To make me fight for the life," his eyes never leaving hers.
She pressed her hands on his neck, her thumbs pressing on his skin as she glared at him. However, the next second, Melissa released his neck and yanked her hands away from his grip.
"Don't make me do things like this," Melissa urged, looking away.
Radulf took a step closer to her, his hand gripping her chin gently. "You wanted to thank me through the dinner. Why did you suddenly get upset? I am unable to understand your mood swings," he said.
"Pia didn't mention that the dinner was for Black, not you," Melissa said sternly.
Radulf stared into her eyes for a moment and then chuckled. "Fine. Then, Black will starve tonight," he said and turned to leave.
