Chapter 8

Nicholas's patience snapped.

"Stop the car!" he shouted, and the driver immediately complied. As the car came to a halt, Nicholas ordered, "Get out."

Emily, thinking he was directing the command at her, began to open the door. But Nicholas’s grip tightened, pulling her back into his arms as she fell against him. Her heart sank as she saw the driver hurriedly exiting the vehicle.

"Nicholas... don't you dare," Emily warned, her voice trembling.

Nicholas's eyes glinted with cold amusement as he traced his rough fingers over the wound on her lips. Emily turned her head away, closing her eyes as she tried to endure the pain. Nicholas could feel her wrist quivering slightly, and in that moment, she seemed like a beautiful, obedient puppet, complying with his every demand without protest.