Chapter 59

His tone of voice made me sick. It was as if, once again, he threw that look at me from top to bottom.

Judging my clothes, my appearance, and my posture. I wanted to spit on Edward. Hit him. Do anything that humiliated him, because I felt humiliated.

Because he made me feel like a child in front of an adult who scolds her for some thoughtless attitude.

He made me feel like that teenager who was judged and badly spoken at school, because his twin brother was dead and his parents didn't care about his existence.

He made me feel like the worst of people, and I wanted to act as such.

I wanted to show him that I also had a very ugly side and that I hid from him. That my selfishness was more than anything else, and he wouldn't be ready to put up with everything I had to say about him.

"What would be my type?" I asked out loud, totally losing my composure.

Edward hesitated, realizing that the words seriously affected my ego. He sustained my g