Chapter 392 Hide the Knife
None of it mattered.
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David wasnât just possessiveâhe was suffocating. Alive or dead, he wanted her bound to him forever.
As she remained silent, he turned and walked toward the bathroom.
Just as the door swung shut, he spoke. âI misunderstood you and Cameron. Iâm sorryâ
The door clicked closed.
Caroline stood frozen.
Had I just heard that right?Had I imagined that? David had apologized? How rare.
She stared at the door for a long time before exhaling.
âIf a simple sorry could fix everythingâ¦â She sighed, letting the rest of the sentence fade into silence.
She walked over to the bed.
The sheets had been changed, carrying a faint, fresh scent.
For a long moment, she didnât move. Then, with practiced ease, she reached under the pillow and pulled out a slender knife.
It was still there. Good.
She had already made up her mind. If David tried to force himself on her again tonightâ¦
She wouldnât just endure it.
Even if the knife couldnât truly harm him, she would show him she wasnât powerless.
Caroline carefully hid it again.
Lying down, she could feel the tension gripping her body. There was no way she could sleep.
She closed her eyes, curled onto her side, and pretended to rest.
She heard David exit the bathroom and walk toward the bed.
Footsteps approached. The mattress shifted as David sat down beside her.
Then, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.
âWhy are you sleeping so far away?â he muttered. âYouâre practically falling off the bed.â
Caroline stayed still, keeping her eyes closed.
David tightened his hold. âCaroline, I know youâre awake. Your body is too tense, and your brows are furrowed. You donât want to see me, and you definitely donât want to talk to me.â His voice was calm, but there was an edge of frustration beneath it. âI shouldnât have driven like that earlier. It was reckless. I was just⦠furious.â
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He was admitting his mistake. Caroline was a little surprised but still chose to ignore him.
He was admitting he was wrong, but she still said nothing.
âI saw you sitting with another man, side by side, looking so comfortable together. It was unbearable,â he continued, his voice lower now, rough. âYou belong to me. No other man should be by your side. When that possessiveness takes hold, I lose control. But the truth is⦠all Iâve ever wanted is for you to see me, to acknowledge me.â
For once, his tone lacked its usual arrogance. But he wasnât done.
âI can give you everything. The best restaurants, the most extravagant jewelry, the rarest limitedâedition handbagsâanything you desire, Iâll make sure itâs yours.â
His words were possessive, obsessiveâbut beneath them was something else. Desperation.
âI just wanted to be the one you looked at,â he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
Caroline finally spoke, her voice cold. âYou have no idea what I want.â
She never cared about material things. Jewelry, money, statusânone of that had ever mattered to her.
âI do,â David said firmly. âYou want freedom. You want to be treated as an equal. You want respect.â
Her heart clenched. So he understood. He knew exactly what I wanted. Then why wouldnât he give it to me? Why wouldnât he let me go?Isnât love about giving, about fulfilling the desires of the one you cherish?
Yet David chose to confine her. To control her.
âCaroline,â he said, his voice unwavering, âI can give you all the freedom and respect you wantâbut only if you belong to me. We have to be together. Your freedom⦠your future canât exist without me in it.â
Caroline bit her lip. â
âDoes love take
youâre there, then Iâll never be free.â
away freedom?â
âNo,â she said without hesitation. âBut what youâre giving me isnât love. David, you think you love me⦠but this isnât love at all.â
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