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You're iceing my hand

Scarlett POV:

"Don't wear your gloves," I said as he was about to slip on his gloves, and he stopped.

"I really want to touch your hand."

"My hand would hurt you, isn't it obvious? It was just today I hurt you with my hands. I wonder if you lose your sanity sometimes," he scolded, and I frowned.

"It's your hand, it's your venom. You can make it not hurt me."

"I can't."

"Why can't you?"

"It isn't just possible, Scarlett. You're asking too many questions. What is it?!" He snapped at me, his gaze turning cold.

My smile immediately vanished, and I muttered, "Sorry."

I turned away from him, fiddling with my fingers, while tears welled up in my eyes.

I thought even though he wasn't nice, he would pretend to be nice for a little longer, at least because I was pregnant with his child, but I think I guessed incorrectly.

I cried silently, sniffing, but didn't turn to him when I heard him call my name.

I began shifting to get down from the kitchen counter, but he suddenly came in front of me. He
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