"What's the meaning of this?" Elara asked, still staring at him sharply.
Adrian didn't even react. He only tightened his grip around her ankle and pulled her back easily until she was sitting properly on the bed again.
"Let me see it," he muttered calmly.
Elara tried to slap at his hand again, but before her palm could even touch him, he had already caught her wrist and held it firmly in place.
"See what exactly?" Elara snapped impatiently.
"There's another bruise higher up," he said flatly, his gaze moving slowly along her thigh.
The corner of Elara's lips lifted into a mocking scoff, but this time she didn't argue again. She only watched him silently, waiting to see what exactly he planned to do.
What had come over him these days? First it was suddenly involving himself in her affairs and even buying her unnecessary things… now he was sitting in her room in the middle of the night asking to see whatever bruise he claimed was on her.
