FIFTY-ONE: RED FACED AND RED HANDED

GREY'S POV

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I soon became overwhelmed by emotions and resorted to physical actions since Valerie would not listen to me. I grabbed her wrist, attempting to pull her away but she was fueled by determination to confront the truth.

She resisted fiercely as she anchored herself, her fingers gripped onto the edge of the nearby table.

Feeling the pull on her wrist, she fought against my force, "Let go, Grey! I deserve answers." She exclaimed, her voice a mix of frustration and desperation.

I still held on to her wrist and tightened my grip, pulling much harder. "You're making everything complicated," I shouted, my frustration boiling over.

What kind of stubborn and rude lady is she exactly? I was getting tired.

Valerie still refused to yield. She seized nearby pillows on the bed and hit them on my face. I let go of her wrist as the pillow smacked against my face. She jumped on my bed, grabbed the pillows, and threw them at me. Using that opportunity to distance herself, she put more space