Amos Smith's voice was low, with a hint of anger mixed in.
Bertha Haines was startled by him, her body involuntarily shivered. She stole a glance at his expression, seeing his entire face clouded like a storm, she hurriedly withdrew her gaze, her heart pounding like a drum.
"I, I... I'm sorry."
Amos Smith directly pinned her against the hall cabinet, reaching out to grip her jawbone, forcing her to lift her face.
"Look into my eyes!"
A hoarse voice squeezed through his teeth.
"Say what you just said again!"
Her cheeks hurt from being pinched, large tears rolled down from her eyes. Bertha endured the pain and spoke in a trembling voice.
"I'm sorry, let's break up. I... I don't love you anymore, let's... go our separate ways, okay?"
"You don't love me, then why are you crying?"
Amos Smith's eyes widened in anger, growling at Bertha through gritted teeth.
"Go our separate ways? You dumped me, and you think I'll be okay?"
