Ravelle's steps stopped right beside the door of her white sedan parked in the courtyard. Just as her fingers touched the door unlock sensor, a strong and hot grip suddenly locked her right wrist, jerking her body until it spun a half circle.*Whish!*"Let go, Kyle," Ravelle hissed, her eyes instantly piercing sharply at the figure of her husband who stood with somewhat rushing breath in front of her."I'll drive you," Kyle said, his voice heavy, absolute, and accepting no argument. His grip on Ravelle's wrist actually tightened further, instead of loosening. "You have a headache, Vel. It's dangerous to drive yourself in a condition like this."Ravelle tried to pull her hand with a forceful jerk, but her physical strength was clearly far outmatched. "I can drive myself. Let go of your hand, Kyle!""I said I will drive you, Ravelle!" Kyle barked, his tone rising, cutting off his wife's sentence with a rigid dominance. The man did not care about the refusal. With one forced pull, he dra
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