Lord Preston's Secret Tutor (47 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 116

She had been about to call out to Windsor, but promptly clamped her mouth shut. His eyes were dreadfully chilling—so much so that the nape of her neck prickled with unease.

The grip around her wrist was painfully strong. Yet she barely registered the pain; his intense gaze held her so captive that she couldn’t even draw a full breath.

Jacqueline slowly swallowed. Like a herbivore carefully avoiding provoking a predator.

The man before her didn’t seem like Windsor at all. He was never anything less than courteous and rational—yet now, hot emotion churned within his steel-gray eyes.

It was easy to tell that emotion wasn’t a pleasant one. His lips parted slightly, and a cold voice slipped out between them.

“Who ever said it was fine for you to leave? I haven’t even heard an answer from you yet.”

“…….”

“Why can’t I make you happy?”

Each word dripped out slowly, as though deliberately chewed upon, sounding like anger forcibly restrained. Jacqueline swallowed again, her throat bobbing.

A prickling tension filled the air.

It felt exactly like standing face-to-face with a predator.

Windsor wouldn’t budge until he got a reply, and Jacqueline began to feel anger rising. No—it wasn’t just anger. It was the explosion of emotions she’d suppressed for so long.

She twisted her arm, trying to wrench her captured wrist free. But Windsor only tightened his grip around her arm.

Her wrist burned with a sharp ache—hot, as if she’d been scalded. Just like the last time their hands had touched.

“…….”

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