"You're going too far!" He growled gloomily, his entire being arrogantly shocking.
"Hiss—" The apron tied around her was torn, and his large palm reached for her blouse.
But she suddenly spoke, so helplessly murmuring that name, "William..."
William Griffith suddenly stopped, only to see her trembling beneath him. She was so small, so small that she appeared pitiful. How could someone so frail make him want to bully and possess her, to desperately seek ownership regardless of the consequences? His hands propped up his body, looking down at her beneath him.
The sudden silence was like a deathly stillness.
"You don't need to clean the apartment or cook for me," William Griffith squinted his eyes and spoke in a deep voice, "From now on, stay away from me, the farther the better. Don't let me come across you again, or else..." He paused for a moment, and laughed maliciously, "Don't blame me for what I might do to you."