Chapter 466
Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right
In a swift motion, Selah slapped him, turning his head with the force of it.
âI told you weâre done.
My life, my choices, theyâre none of your business! And donât you dare judge me with your dirty mind.
Your behavior is nothing but repulsive.
â
Arturo slowly turned his head, meeting the gaze of Selah in front of him.
Her expression always seemed to carry a hint of anger whenever she looked at him.
His heart ached, a sensation akin to being tightly grasped by an unseen force.
âHave I agreed to what you said?â Arturo asked.
Suddenly, his grip tightened on Selahâs arm, his eyes filled with an unusual possessiveness.
âYou donât understand why I continue to speak kindly to you?â he said.
âI will obtain what I desire by any means.
Remember, your role was to comply with my wishes from the moment you entered my domain.
Donât assume that having some achievements in the entertainment industry automatically makes you noble.
Always remember who provided you with those resources.
â
âArturo Yates, you asshole!â
Enraged, Selah attempted to strike him, but Arturo swiftly intercepted her wrist.
âHow dare you strike your master?â Arturo rebuked her.
He forcefully guided her toward the car.
âLet go of me! I am no Longer your servant.
I have severed all ties with your family!â
Selah protested, struggling against Arturoâs hold.
It was late at night with hardly any signs of activity.
Only the two of them remained.
âWhere are you taking me? Let go of me!
Despite her resistance, Arturo guided her into the car, securing the door firmly.
He drove her to his apartment in Morcastle, ushering her into the spacious living room before her inquiry arose.
âWhy have you brought me here again?â Selah folded her arms across her chest protectively, watching him cautiously.
She had anticipated Arturo doing something excessive, reminiscent of their last encounter.
However, upon his entry into the room, a noticeable calm seemed to envelop him.
He retrieved a pair of womenâs slippers from the shoe closet and glanced up at Selah.
âCome here, change your shoes.
â
âI donât wear other womenâs shoes.
â
Observing Selah standing resolutely, unmoving, Arturo sighed helplessly.
He gently took her wrist and seated her on the stool at the entryway.
âArturo Yates, I hate it most when you force me!â Selahâs eyes blazed with anger as she stared at him.
Arturo, avoiding her gaze, narrowed his eyes and, without looking at her, squatted down, grasping her ankles.
Startled, Selah attempted to withdraw her feet, but he exerted an overpowering force, keeping her grounded.
âI remember you used to like this style of slippers, so I bought another pair for you.
Donât be stubborn.
Change them quickly.
â
Selah gazed at the pair of slippers, her beloved fluffy slippers.