My father sold me to the Mafia King-Chapter 68 - 69/An unforgettable night

Chapter 69:

Robert’s Point of View

I leaned my head back slightly, watching the swift transformation in her features; the anger had vanished,

replaced by a childish terror that gnawed at what remained of her composure.

She asked in a stifled voice:

"What?"

I ignored the response, settling for fixing my gaze on her troubled eyes, enjoying that black void in her memory.

Her breathing began to accelerate sharply, and she whispered while shaking her head slowly:

"I... I don’t remember what happened yesterday."

I raised my eyebrows slowly, allowing a cold smile to carve its way onto my lips, and said in a mysterious tone:

"Really?"

At that, her state changed completely; tension began to run through her body like an electric current,

and I saw her hands, which had been resting on the desk, withdraw to tremble by her sides.

Her chest no longer rose and fell steadily; instead, her gasps became short and intermittent.

She took another step closer, her pleading gaze hanging on my face as she said in a trembling voice:

"What happened? Tell me... what happened?"

The tips of her fingers were fumbling with the fabric of her white dress convulsively, and her eyes searched my face for any thread linking her to that lost night,

while I relished the sight of her fortresses collapsing.

I raised my hand slowly, passing my thumb over my lower lip with deliberate focus while fixing my gaze on her eyes, then moved my hand away and said in a low tone:

"You don’t remember?" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

She took a quick step back as if I had dealt her a stab, and her stature shook as she whispered:

"What do you mean?"

I didn’t answer her immediately; I occupied myself with taking out another cigarette,

lighting it with utter coldness while she watched every movement of my fingers with a tension that almost spoke.

Then I exhaled the smoke and said:

"Forget it."

She cried out in a loud voice, shaking her head:

"Impossible!"

Then her facial features cramped with distress as she continued:

"It’s impossible that I would do such a disgusting thing."

I shot her a fleeting glance from beneath my eyebrows and asked her coldly:

"What are you talking about, Julie?"

She lunged toward me again and struck the desk surface with her palm with a force that made the pens rattle, shouting:

"It’s impossible that I kissed you! I don’t do that!"

My smile widened slowly; she had swallowed the bait I had skillfully thrown for her.

I leaned back in my seat and said with a provocative calmness:

"And did I tell you that you kissed me?"

She froze in her place, signs of confusion and turmoil appearing on her face,

and her eyes began to shift around the room in loss before she said in a wavering voice:

"I saw you... putting your finger on your lip... you hinted at this!"

I raised my eyebrows in mock wonder:

"I didn’t... you are the one who concluded this on your own."

Then I leaned my body toward her slightly and added sarcastically:

"Why exactly did your mind go there?"

In a single second, her face ignited in a deep crimson, and the flush of embarrassment moved to stain her ears and neck.

She covered her face with part of her loose strands of hair, saying with clear confusion:

"It didn’t go anywhere! You... you are the one trying to manipulate me."

I looked at her with total coldness and said:

"Of course, I am not doing that."

Then I leaned my body slightly toward her and added in a tone that carried many hidden meanings:

"But you were fun yesterday."

Her facial features cramped, and she clenched her hand so hard the veins of her wrist protruded, shouting with suppressed rage:

"Stop this! Tell me what happened."

I exhaled my cigarette smoke slowly while examining her with indifference:

"Nothing important."

She exhaled sharply as well, appearing as though she had made a sudden decision;

she moved with quick steps toward the side table and picked up a glass cup,

then tilted the bottle to fill it with whiskey with a skill I didn’t expect.

She looked at me with eyes shimmering with a fierce defiance and said:

"You know what? Don’t tell me... maybe I don’t remember what happened yesterday, but I will remember very well what happens now."

I followed her with my eyes as she approached me, and I didn’t expect what happened in the next second.

She suddenly raised her hand, and the stinging golden liquid shot out of the glass to strike my face directly.

I felt the heat of the whiskey invading my eyes and seeping between the strands of my hair, its strong scent filling my breath.

I bolted from my seat like a thunderbolt, my entire body stiffening while rage boiled in my veins like volcanic lava.

I wiped my face with my hand violently, gritting my teeth until I almost crushed them, my gaze turning into fire directed toward her.

As for her, she remained standing before me, her chest rising and falling in defiance, and said in a calm, cold tone while throwing the empty glass from her hand:

"Certainly... I will remember this."

I spoke, whiskey dripping from my beard onto my white shirt:

"How dare you do this?"

A provocative smile appeared on her lips, and she tilted her head slightly, looking at me coldly:

"Why? I didn’t do anything."

I gestured with my hand toward my wet face and stained clothes, shouting sharply:

"Look at what you’ve done!"

She didn’t blink; instead, she faced my fiery gaze with a lethal calmness, saying as she skillfully imitated my previous tone:

"Nothing happened, Mr. Robert... you are just exaggerating."

My jaw stiffened from the intensity of the rage.

In a swift motion, I took off my jacket and threw it over the chair, then my fingers began unbuttoning my wet shirt one by one.

As soon as the fabric began to recede, Julie froze in her place, her eyes widening in shock, and an obvious confusion appeared in her stance as she stammered:

"What... what are you doing?"

I ignored her completely, continuing to open the buttons until my bare chest was revealed,

then I stripped off the shirt entirely and threw it aside.

She couldn’t endure the situation; she turned with the speed of lightning until her hair almost struck her face,

and rushed toward the door, running, the echo of her accelerating footsteps resonating in the outer corridor.

I returned to sit on my chair, took the cloth handkerchief from my jacket pocket,

and began wiping my face and neck roughly.

I suddenly remembered the features of her face flushed with shame when she thought she had kissed me,

and I felt the corner of my mouth rising in a smile I couldn’t suppress... but I wiped it away immediately with my palm.

I closed my eyes and pressed my head against the leather seat’s backrest, saying to myself in a muffled voice:

"Robert... you cannot weaken, you only see her as a challenge, nothing more."

I opened my eyes, which had regained their usual coldness, and whispered into the void of the office:

"I will break you, Julie Michael... in a way you cannot even imagine."