Chapter 27

Hannah reluctantly lifted her glass, took a cursory sip, and then continued eating her steak in silence.

Her indifference left Shawn feeling defeated.

He had drunk a little too much.

After getting drunk, he started to act out, gripping Hannah's wrist tightly. “I want us to make love.”

Hannah struggled hard, shouting sternly, “Shawn, you promised you wouldn’t force me!”

He pressed her waist against the counter.

Hannah was forced to lie back, her upper body almost parallel to the countertop. She pushed against him with all her strength, using both hands and feet.

“Let go, Shawn! Don’t make me hate you.”

He roughly grabbed the bottom of her shirt, trying to tear it open, his movements clumsy and desperate.

Hannah's whole body trembled; her face turned pale. Her stomach churned with nausea. “Shawn, you bastard!”

The sensation of her skin against his hands sent blood rushing through his veins.

Fueled by alcohol, his desire grew uncontrollably, and he moved in to kiss he