Bella Scott's words were cut off as Edward Anderson pushed her down onto the bed.
His eyes darkened as he fiercely gripped her chin, "I'll give you one more chance to tell the truth. Who was your first man?"
"Charles White, of course. His skills were way better than yours, and he was much more gentle than you..."
Before she could finish, Edward Anderson slapped down, making her heart skip a beat in fear of being hit herself. Instead, his hand landed on the pillow next to her.
The pillow exploded from Edward Anderson's slap, feathers filled the air, blocking Bella Scott's view.
"Bella Scott, you disgust me!" Edward Anderson let go of Bella, stepped back, and stormed out of the room.
Bella chased after him and shouted at his retreating figure, "Yeah, well, I'm disgusted by you too! We can't stand each other, but we're stuck together for a year. What a fun situation!"
Edward Anderson didn't reply, walking away quickly and soon disappearing from sight.