Chapter 92. Hate Me, but Love Me Still

ROSETTE

I went so still that it felt like my heart stopped for a couple of seconds.

He… he hated me? How could he say that? What was I going to do now?

I tried to pull away so I could see his face—I would know if he was serious just by looking at his eyes—but Axel’s arms tightened around me, keeping me glued to his chest.

“Axel…” I whispered, still struggling to be free from his grip. I just needed to look at his face, that was all I needed.

But Axel didn’t relent, he didn’t stop stroking my hair either. He was calm, too calm and it was making me nervous.

“I hate you for leaving me,” he whispered, his fingers gently digging into my scalp and massaging it, but that only made me more nervous. “For not thinking about what I wanted. You were selfish, Rosette. You only thought of yourself.”

I shook my head, my chest painful. “No, no. I did it—”

His arms tightened around me and I winced, biting my tongue.

“Don’t say you did it for me,”