Clara subconsciously retreated until her back was against the wall.

Wilson placed his hands against the wall on both sides of her body and trapped her.

He leaned in, and Clara could feel his breath on her face. Once again, he asked, “Do you regret it?”

Clara lowered her eyes and trembled. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she looked at him. “I made the best choice for you and me at that moment.”

“The best choice?” Wilson mocked. “Who are you to choose for me? Did you ask me beforehand? You deci