Chapter 195

"I beg to differ," he had said, and next, he was in his office, sitting opposite her, eyes holding hers, demanding answers.

Answers for?

Entering the office, she'd felt Deja Vu; the night she left, she remembered the moans, his groans, and her pain finding the papers right on that damn desk he placed beautifully manicured fingers on.

She remembered her tears.

But then here he was, demanding she returned, peering at her from his gold-framed glasses.

Whether she agreed or not, one thing was sure; he wouldn't have it easy with her.

He pulled his glasses and sat back on his seat, twirling the chair, eyes searching hers until she looked away.

"You still haven't made up your mind, have you?" he raised a brow, "Or you enjoy making it hard for me, Elena? You want me on my knees, groveling at your feet."

It wasn't far from the truth; she felt like shrugging. Now that she was open to the world, there was nothing to hide anymore...

"Considering ho