Chapter 186

“After what they did to you and imprisoned you for so many days, aren’t you worried they’ll hold a grudge and do worse if they’re released?” he asked.

Grace remained silent. She understood the situation perfectly. After everything, her uncle wouldn't be grateful; they would only resent her more.

“They’re people I don’t care about. I don’t care how much they hate me, or what they think,” she replied calmly, looking down.

Her calmness, however, inexplicably agitated him.

“What about me?” he suddenly asked.

“What?” she stammered, startled.

He leaned closer, placing both hands on the bedside table. “What about me? Do you care about me? Do you care what I think?”

Grace was stunned. If he were Jason, she would care. But he was Jason… or was he? Did she care less now?

“What if I do care?” he challenged.

She bit her lip, took a deep breath. “I care.”

He was shocked. “Why?”

“Because you’re Jason. You control Emerald City. A single word from you can change someone’s life. Of course, I care what you think. I can’t afford to offend you.”

The price of offending him was reliving those tortures. She was terrified. She couldn't defy him.

His mood soured abruptly.

“Can’t afford to offend me? Then why didn’t you consider offending me when you said you wouldn’t stay by my side?” he chided coldly.

She instinctively cowered.

He raised a hand, pulling her face close. “Last night, after I brought you home, do you know what happened in this room?” he said, his tone flirtatious.

Her expression changed. “You said you wouldn’t touch me.”

“Yes, I did. But even if I had, so what?”

Her complexion paled; her teeth bit her lip, almost drawing blood. Her calm eyes were now filled with anxiety and hesitation.

Jason felt his own mood darken. He’d said it to punish her, but now he wasn’t sure who he was punishing.

He abruptly released her, stood up straight, and said coldly, “Don’t worry. I didn’t do anything to you. Unlike you, who clambered all over me and wouldn’t leave me alone.”

Grace was relieved at first, but the second half sent her heart racing.

“Impossible!” she denied.

He gave her a cold look. “Why? You were so drunk you don’t remember. Shall I refresh your memory? I can tell you how you pressed me onto the bed and kissed me.”

With each sentence, her face flushed deeper red. By the end, it was incandescent.