"Isn't what?"
Surprised that I had heard him clearly, he lifted his head and kissed my lips, as if afraid I would continue questioning.
After Clayton confiscated my phone, he refused to let me leave the house, watching me like a hawk.
I no longer went to Melody's place, and had my assistant bring work home for me to handle.
When Melody called, he didn't engage in lengthy phone conversations like before.
He simply told her he was very busy and asked her not to bother him anymore.
Cooking, laundry, mopping - he acted like the perfect homemaker, insisting I watch him do it all.
He made sure I was always within his line of sight, as if terrified I'd run away the moment he wasn't looking.
After being confined for two days, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Clayton, do you realize I could report you for illegal detention?"
Ignoring my struggle, Clayton grabbed both my arms and pulled me into his embrace, trying to soothe me.