Chapter 423
Julie's POV
When the heavy door clicked shut and the echo of his footsteps vanished into the corridor, I remained frozen in my place, utterly stripped of the power to move.
My mind began retracing every touch, every burning kiss, and the terrifying, uncontrollable response of my body to every subtle slide of his fingers. It cannot be a simple illusion or a cursed coincidence... I am completely certain it was Robert. It was him beyond a shadow of a doubt.
He had simply realized at the very last second that I had uncovered his dirty game, and he had weaponized that bizarre Mexican accent to drive me into a mental breakdown to force me into believing I had turned into a whore submitting to complete strangers.
I lost all sense of time kneeling there on the cold floorboards, my hands bound tightly behind my back and darkness cloaking my eyes, until the door swung open once more.
His harsh, unforgiving voice reverberated through the empty space:
