Petal's pov
The room felt suffocating, and the air thick with tension. I couldn’t understand how things had escalated so quickly. My anger burned in my chest, and I fought to keep my voice steady, not wanting to show any more weakness.
He turned towards me, his piercing eyes locking onto mine. "Firstly, I was the one who brought you here, and as you were sleeping on the couch, you were uncomfortable, so I brought you here,” he said, his tone devoid of any warmth, just matter-of-fact.
I stood there, stunned for a moment. Did he really think that would justify everything? His actions, his decisions? "You could have made me sleep in the guest room, but why in your bedroom and that too with you on the same bed?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief.