Don't Come Over

"Wyatt." I tried to whisper in a calm tone, but his cold gaze that bore into me sent shivers down my spine and made my voice shaky.

I bit my lower lip and quickly stood up. I subtly took a glimpse at his face before looking away quickly due to nervousness.

I fiddled with my fingers and gazed in another direction in nervousness due to feeling the cold pressure that exuded from Wyatt's whole being.

My mind began to spurn a variety of thoughts. Why is Wyatt here? Is he here to get me? But is that possible…

"You won't come home if I don't get you, will you?" Wyatt stopped right in front of me and towered over me. His voice was chilling and condensing to the bone, and there was an authoritative and domineering pressure oozing out of him.

I was stunned! Wyatt's arrival was really intended for me.

Immediately, my eyes darted around guiltily. After all, Wyatt was right.

Just as I did last week, I have no intention of returning to his mansion. I paused my lips and lowered my head.

Isn't it Wya