Marisol had already told Lucian she didn't want the shares. She didn't need a single penny from the Mullers, and there was no compensation whatsoever. Why wouldn't he just let her go?
…
The bedroom was dead silent. Lucian gripped her hand. His eyes were downcast as his black hair fell messily to hide whatever emotions might be in his eyes. But his voice was calm and steady.
"I made that robot myself."
Marisol was fuming. "So what? Why would I want some piece of junk that's there to humiliate me every day?"
It was just a humiliating robot that only knew how to say "I don't love you"! All it did was remind her how stupid she'd been for the past seven years.
That thing represented Lucian's true feelings, his unwavering determination never to love her! Now, she'd stopped caring whether he loved her or not.
"Lucian," she said, keeping her tone controlled and calm.
"What's the point of dragging this out? You know you can't keep me locked up forever, and I'm definitely getting this di
