Hector, who was in the middle of eating, heard Sylvia's words and immediately put down his chopsticks. His face darkened as he looked at her. "What do you mean by that?"
Sylvia averted her gaze, her head bowed in submission. "I just want to go home," she pleaded. "Please, just let me go home."
The smile vanished from Hector's face. He stared at her coldly. "From the sound of it, are you saying I forced you? Hmm?"
A violent tremor ran through Sylvia's shoulders. "No, you didn't force me… you didn't…"
Only then did a satisfied smirk curl Hector's lips. He reached out and draped his arm around Sylvia's shoulders. "You have to be a good girl. As long as you listen to me, I'll be good to you. You're happy, I'm happy, and everyone's happy, right?"
Sylvia clenched her jaw, her gaze fixed on the pair of scissors on the table used for cutting the grilled meat. A deep-seated hatred reflected in her eyes as her fingers curled into a tight fist.
