Xuan stood by the door, his frame blocking any hope of escape. His eyes were bloodshot, reflecting a night spent in a jealous fever. "Why aren't you looking at me, Ning?" he demanded, his voice a jagged edge of pain. Ning was huddled on the sofa, her body trembling so hard she could barely breathe. "Every time I look at you, I see the man who wants to destroy the people I owe my life to," she whispered, the words catching in her throat. Xuan's fist hit the doorframe with a sickening thud. "I am your life!" he roared, the walls of the villa seeming to vibrate with his fury. He crossed the room in two strides, kneeling before her and grabbing her hands. "I don't care about debts. I don't care about your family's honor. I only care that your heart beats for me and only me." Ning looked at him through a veil of tears, her heart breaking. She loved him so much it was a sickness, but the misunderstanding was a wall of glass between them—invisible but unbreakable. She felt like she was drowning in his possessiveness, a golden ocean that was slowly stealing her air.
