Scarlet's eyes widened in disbelief, her throat still burning from the water she'd just choked on. She coughed, turning her head slightly to avoid his penetrating gaze. "What?" she croaked, staring at the fork of pasta he held so casually as if this were the most normal thing in the world.Easton's expression was unreadable, "I said, open up, do you have a hearing problem?" he taunted.Scarlet leaned back against the couch, shaking her head. "I can feed myself," she said, her voice steadier now, though her hands were trembling. She felt cornered—not just by his looming presence but by the strange mix of tenderness and malice he carried.It was like he was hot and cold which was driving her insane and was finding it a little too hard to keep up with his constant switches. Easton leaned forward, closing the gap again, his broad frame making her feel even smaller. "I didn't ask if you could," he said, his tone dropping to a dangerous deep low. "Let me remind you—you're in my home, we
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