Volume 3 Chapter 49 - When Patience Is Exhausted, There's No Need to Endure Any Longer

I stubbornly kept my mouth shut, refusing to speak. It was clearly him being unreasonable, yet he insisted on blaming me. How was I supposed to answer this?

"Fine, if you won't speak, I'll find out myself." He nodded, and at the same time, reached out with his predator's claw, forcibly stripped off my coat, and slid his hand beneath the hem of that pink dress. I was already slightly sweaty from the snowball fight, and now his dry, warm hand touched my damp, cool skin. It was like getting an electric shock, and I nearly couldn't stand.

What had gotten into him? Had he gone mad? Or changed tactics? Since his slow and gentle approach to romance hadn't worked, had he suddenly morphed into my savage boyfriend? He, always so proud and composed, had now turned into a robber's image and seemed reckless. Was it me who pushed him to this, or had he been provoked by something?