When Ashlyn grabbed a thick, heavy book to throw, James stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and pulled her over to the sofa.She immediately paled and asked warily, “What are you doing?!”“You’re going to bring the house down if you continue like this. Will you compensate me?” James sat down. He didn’t let go of her, and his tone was doting.It disgusted Ashlyn, but she couldn’t break free—the difference in their strength was too wide. Suddenly, she felt like she had walked right into a wolf’s lair.She wanted to stand up, but he grabbed her other hand.Left with no choice, she bit down on his arm, swearing to rip a piece of his flesh off. At the same time, she stomped on his foot as hard as possible.“Let go, Ashlyn!” He was obviously in pain.She refused to let go, despite the sweat beading on her forehead. She thought about how mad Calvin had been and the possibility of him leaving her; he hadn’t been joking.Suddenly, Ashlyn was overwhelmed by sorrow and heartache. Tears rol
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