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Ian narrowed his eyes while looking at me. It was clear from the look on his face that he did not like the way I had just spoken to him.

I should not stay here any longer. I attempted to leave by turning my body to the left, but a hand stopped me from doing so.

Ian placed his hand beside my head on the bookshelf to stop me from leaving, and he moved closer to me.

I stopped, but did not turn my body toward him. I felt his breath in my left ear. I clenched my dress to control my disloyal heart, which was beating for this man.

Everything he had done to me came back to mind.

“I see what you are thinking,” he whispered in my ear.

I felt a chill run down my spine as I listened to his whisper. I tried my best not to react in any way.

After taking a few deep breaths, I quickly regained my composure. Once more, he uttered a hushed whisper.

"Do not think yourself superior just because I felt guilty for an incident and said sorry."

Upon hearing him, I was unable to suppress the urge to sneer at