Chapter 94 —Wounded Pride

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Aylin crossed her arms, her chest rising and falling rapidly with restrained emotion.

“Don't talk to me like that, Roman.” Her voice was low and firm. “You were the one who asked me to give it a try. To stop pretending.”

Roman closed his eyes for a second, as if her words pierced him.

“And I meant it,” he growled, taking a step closer, but she didn't move. “I'm not playing games with you.”

“Oh, really?” she asked with a bitter laugh. “Then what about the office? Was that part of your goodwill? Part of your plan to ‘give it a try’?”

Roman looked at her silently. That silence of his that always weighed more than any shout.

“I didn't touch her,” he said finally, dryly.

“You don't have to touch to send a message,” she replied, glaring at him. “And the message was crystal clear, Roman. You were the one who proposed this to me. But it seems you've forgotten.”

Roman clenched his jaw, as if he were fighting something much stronger than her.

“I haven't forgot