The moment he set foot in Nina's bedroom, John took a step back and nimbly dodged her attack. He quickly grabbed her ankle and pulled. Nina lost her balance and fell. She stared at him with a shocked expression on her face.
"John?" The dark expression on John's face sent a chill down her spine. He was standing a few feet away, but Nina could feel his anger.
John looked down at Nina. His eyes were cold and frightening.
'How dare this woman stay in another man's house, sleep in his bed, and even wear his shirt? How could she do such a thing?'
He had come to take her back home, and she had tried to hurt him.
"You have really grown too arrogant, Nina." John's voice was flat and emotionless, and it sent Nina's heart racing.
She did not dare look him in the eye.
She had never seen John so angry before.
"Nini, are you okay?" The next moment, Noah came rushing into the room. He found Nina still on the floor. He frowned and bent down to help her up. "Get up. The floor is cold. How did you even get out of bed? Your feet are still hurt. You're not supposed to be walking on them."
Noah looked at the dressing on Nina's wounds. Fortunately, there was no blood seeping out. He breathed a sigh of relief and helped
John think she was filthy?
"I'd tread carefully now if I were you, John," Nina hissed.
"Go wash yourself," John repeated. The ice in his voice made Nina shiver. Reluctantly, she slid out of bed, wrapped the entire quilt around her, and carefully walked to the bathroom.
After Nina shut the bathroom door behind her, the coldness in John's eyes dissipated. He picked up Noah's black shirt and called for Helen.
It extremely annoyed him, seeing Nina in another man's shirt.
'Since you like to wear men's clothes so much, I'll give you plenty to wear,' he thought.
As soon as Helen arrived, John handed her Noah's shirt and said, "Burn this." Helen just dipped her chin in acknowledgement and took the shirt. John added, "And I want you to throw away all of Nina's clothes and dresses and hang my clothes in her wardrobe." Again, Helen simply nodded and went on her way.
When Nina came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, she smelled something burning. John had left the room. There was a white shirt folded neatly on the bed.
'I thought he wanted to sleep with me. Why isn't he here?'
In the time that she took a shower, Nina had prepared herself mentally for what was about to happen. But where was John?
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