William Griffith suddenly stepped in front of her, his large hand gripping her wrist tightly. Ignoring her cries and struggles, he hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her back to the apartment. She pounded her fists on his back to no avail. Carrying her with large strides, he walked into the bedroom and roughly threw her onto the bed.
"What are you doing!" Cherish Turner screamed violently, more intensely than ever before.
William pressed her down in an instant, his hands propping on either side of her body. That anger was barely restrained as he stared at her and questioned, "Cherish Turner, what are you really angry about? Are you still so concerned about Daniel Peacock?"
"You don't understand at all!" Cherish cried out in grief and indignation, tears welling up in her eyes.
Her moist eyes were so poignant that it made him even more agitated.
William's chest tightened, and he gritted his teeth, asking, "How can I understand if you don't say anything?"