What Were You Guys Talking About?

Lyra tried to release Dominic's grip. It hurt a lot because the man was holding it too tightly. "Dominic!" called Lyra in a high voice.

"Let go of my hand, ahh! It's hurt! You're holding me too tight!” Lyra tried to voice out her pain. But unfortunately, Dominic didn't care at all. Lyra was surprised to herself. What happened to this man? Shouldn't she be the one who angry at this point? Why is this the opposite? Lyra could see Dominic's jaw tighten and the tendons around his forehead popping up.

Now they are in the basement. There are a lot of cars here. Dominic just stopped his steps when they arrived in front of Dominic's car.

Lyra immediately brushed this man's grip away. "Let go of my hand, I said!! Shhh…." She stroked her wrist. There are red lines there. Hurriedly she looked at Dominic with a sharp gaze. "Look what you did!" Lyra showed her wrist. The one who became the perpetrator was just silent. Like not feeling guilty at all. Even though