Chapter 390

Emmeline remained rooted to the spot, tears stinging her cheeks. “I don’t understand you, Mr. Blackthorn,” she whispered. “You never cared about anyone before. Why has everyone suddenly become more important than me?”

Zavian’s continued silence felt like punishment. Each second that passed drove the knife of rejection deeper into her heart.

She wiped away her tears with a trembling hand. “You don’t care about me the way you claimed you did.”

She began to move forward weakly, her steps unsteady with grief.

She had barely passed Zavian when his hand shot out, grasping her wrist and pushing her back against his car with unexpected force.

Her back collided with the chassis, sending a jolt through her body that momentarily eclipsed the ache in her heart.

“My patience is about to snap, little one,” Zavian growled, his face inches from hers. “If I were to treat you as the mature woman you claim to be right now, our relationship wouldn’t survive another m