Chapter 43 I Will Never Cook for You Again

Heather did not struggle, nor did she resist Daniel’s advances. Instead, she just calmly lay on the bed until he was done kissing her.

Daniel’s face turned completely red. At the end of the day, he was unable to bring it upon himself to take the woman by force. He then rolled around and lay on his side of the bed.

For a moment, all that was left in that bedroom were their labored breathing.

As time went by and the silence emanated, Daniel suddenly moved and placed his arm on Heather before tightly holding on to her waist. He then rested his chin on her shoulder, like an abandoned child would to his mother. Forcing his voice to turn soft, he said, “Could you not retract the love you have for me? Please?”

“But that love for you is already dead.”

A tear fell across the edge of Heather’s eye when she said this.

“...I don’t believe you.” Daniel’s voice trembled a little. In his opinion, Heather was his mate, which was a connection so sacred and intimate that it could not be cut away so eas