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    Elena’s brow furrowed, puzzled by her brother’s hesitation. Lydia was already disappearing into the night, and Jeffry wasn’t following.


    “Jeffry, I can get back by myself. Lydia doesn’t seem okay. You’d better get her home.”


    Without another word, Jeffry texted his driver to pick up Elena at the entrance and quickly moved to follow Lydia.


    Outside the bar, the brisk night air hit Lydia, sharpening her senses. She decided to take a taxi home alone.


    Before she could act, she felt herself being effortlessly lifted off the ground. Her initial reflex was tosh out, but she froze, breath catching in her throat as she recognized her unexpected bearer.


    Jeffry stuffed her into a taxi that had just pulled up.


    Inside the car, an eerie silence enveloped them, persisting throughout the ride.


    Once they reached their destination, Lydia hopped out of the taxi instantly. Jeffry swiftly followed suit and mmed the car door shut. Without missing a beat, he grabbed her and pinned her against the car door, the cold metal firm against her back.


    Lydia averted her gaze, focusing on anything but him.


    Jeffry’s grip was firm as he sped the back of her neck with one hand and gently, but insistently, tilted her chin up with the other,pelling her to meet his eyes. His features were etched with frosty sternness. “Why the long face?” he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and impatience.


    Lydia wrestled with the swell of inadequacy inside her but chose silence, sealing her lips rather than exposing her vulnerabilities.


    Her stubbornness seemed to fuel Jeffry’s fire. “Talk to me,” he demanded, his tone dipping into a stern whisper.


    Lydia’s frustration mirrored his, her voice edged with defiance. “What do you expect me to say? I’ve apologized already. If that’s not enough, remember, you didn’t need to intervene. I could have handled it on my own.”


    She weighed her options—leaving the for Foiclens, or reverting to her old ways, masking her identity and living as a fugitive. After all, she had survived alone before. This brief taste of a gentler life had softened her sharp edges and weakened her resolve.


    Lydia had never argued heatedly with Jeffry until now.


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    She recoiled from his touch, her heart pounding with the unspoken question burning on her lips. She longed to confront him about the woman he had been with tonight, but bitter words choked in her throat, left unsaid.


    Jeffry, a flicker of annoyance darkening his expression, yanked at his tie impatiently before effortlessly lifting Lydia and carrying her toward the bedroom. His movements were decisive, a silent assertion of his will as he threw her onto the bed.


    Pinning her wrists above her head, his eyes bore into hers with stern coldness. “I don’t need your apology, Lydia. It’s clear you don’t grasp the gravity of your mistake. You are to refrain from visiting that kind of ce in the future!”


    As he secured her hands with the silk of his loosened tie, his thumb caressed the tender skin of her neck, making her shiver.


    Bound and immobilized beneath his weight, a mix of anger and defiance welled up inside her.


    Jeffry’s voice softened slightly, rasping with a hint of reluctant anger. “Stay home, Lydia. Don’t wander off.”


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