Chapter 239

With a neutral expression and a calm voice, she said, "What kind of reaction are you expecting? Do you expect me to grieve, or do you expect me to shed bitter tears? Or perhaps, I should pounce on you, beat you with my fists, or even bite you to vent my anger? I’m tired of guessing, Edward. Just tell me what you want from me, and I’ll do as you say.”

Vivian’s words jabbed into Edward like the blades of a knife, and every jab was accompanied by a sharp twist. There were a lot of things he wanted