At Damien's office, Ashford Holdings,
Damien watched as Aveline rushed into the washroom. Then she downed a whole glass of water. She collapsed on the couch, closed her eyes, and patted her chest to calm herself.
After ruining his plan, his life, and his hard work, how could he watch her relax peacefully?
His breathing hitched, his eyes narrowed at her, control slipping from his fingers. He stormed toward her. His fingers wrapped around her slender neck.
Her eyes shot open in terror. But before she could react further, he pressed her against the couch and started squeezing her neck in a deadly grip.
Her eyes filled with tears from the pain. She failed to scream, her voice crushed beneath his grip. Her hands started clawing at him desperately, trying to push him away, nails scraping against his skin.
But he pressed his knee onto the couch for leverage and used his other hand to tighten the chokehold.
