Chapter 40. Mad at Me

CHARLOTTE

“I still want to know everything.” His voice was firm.

Everything. That word clung to my ribs like a weight. I swallowed hard and looked at the wine bottle again.

I hesitated. The weight of his gaze was unbearable.

“Fine,” I muttered. “But only if you let me drink.”

His expression darkened, and he went completely still.

“No.”

“Why not?” I challenged.

“Charlotte…” His voice was soft, but there was a firmness underneath. “You said you weren’t going to drink tonight.”

“It’s just one glass,” I said quickly—too quickly. “It’s not a big deal.”

He shook his head. “It is to me. Because I care about you,” he explained softly.

And then, silence. That awful, heavy silence.

I felt something snap. He reminded me of Jun controlling things I wear and do.

“Oh,” I said, laughing bitterly, “so now you’re controlling me?”

The words flew out before I could stop them.

His entire face changed.

That g