Summer’s Point of View
“Divorce?” Steven chuckled, but his eyes lacked any joy. “Missus Carter, you seem to use that word a lot these days just because it is convenient for you. Since you can’t recall, allow me to remind you of your past self-centered refusals when I asked for a divorce.”
I felt a lump in my throat and even I wanted to open my mouth; I knew all that would come out was air.
The car stopped right at that moment as he turned his head on me. With his cold eyes, he asked, “What? Nothing to refute?”
I pinched my right leg to force myself to stay conscious, feeling drained from the intensity of Steven’s gaze. He wanted to torture me. I was sure of it because his eyes couldn’t deny it. As my pants slowly became breath again, I muttered, “I’m only asking you to free Celine out of the jail. Is it hard for you to do?”
”How can you expect me to risk my neck against the Brown family for the insignificant assistant you have?” Steven sneered.
“Insignificant?” I gritted my teeth an
