Chapter 132 - Chapter 131

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((( CLAIRE )))

I hate this; the loneliness, the control, the painful urge to go somewhere else…and the list goes on.

I'm not giving up.

Zhio was just outside the door. His back was on me and a phone was pressed against his ear. He's talking to somebody.

I took something from the bedside table and hid it behind my back.

Come what may, I'll make him pay.

"Who cares? It's his responsibility to attend as the Vice President of the company. Fuck that vacation excuse."

I waited for him to finish the call and look at me.

And when he turned…

"Now what?" he raised a brow at me.

I drew the fork and pointed it at him.

"I'll kill you if you don't let me go!"

"I'm scared," he teased emotionlessly.

I was surprised when he stepped closer.

Wasn't he afraid?

"Stay where you are. Don't go near me," I warned.

He smirked.

"You're really crazy Claire."

Then he turned back to walk away again.

Forgive me Lord for what I'm gonna do.

"You're the worst," I ran after him.

But just as I was within arm reach, my foot tripped over the floor and I fell pathetically defeated on the cold marble tiles.

He laughed.

I wanted to cry.

How unfortunate!

"Ahhh," I grieved.

"Even the things in this house are your allies."

He chuckled.

"I think you need some help."

He extended his hands towards me but I stood by my own effort. He instead took the fork that I dropped near his feet.

"You're deadly weapon is scary."

"Give that back," I jumped to reach it from his arms that were raised in the air.

A maid went in and took the fork from him.

"…Zhio!"

"I think I might just have to spoon-feed you when we eat."

"No!"

I rebelled at the taking of my weapon. That was one hope lost.

"Check her things,"

Zhio's eyes remained at me as he ordered at the maids whom, in strict discipline, emerged quickly from outside the door.

I fell helplessly at the sofa as I watched them disperse inside.

My things?

I don't have anything here that belonged to me.

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