Mrs. Sterling, Look, He truly Dotes On Her

ands constantly in and out of cold water. Even a little cold can make me dizzy and nauseous. Liam knew this bett

e to get into a bat

ow pit of despair. He met my gaz

apology," he said. "You

ical sigh. "I just want basic respect. So that Mr

g me of crimes I didn' t commit. I felt my breath catch

rd without a word. They grabbed my arms, my dress. They stripped my clothes

I stumbled forward and

felt like a thousand tiny needles piercing my skin

le. She turned to Liam. "Let' s let it go this time. But if it happen

e room is too cold," he said, his voice soft with

m, leaving me alone, subm

o slush. The maids returned, but not to help me out. They brought in ten electric space hea

motion. "Mr. Sterling doesn' t want you to actually warm the

n. He wasn' t punishing me to teach me a lesson; he was punishing me to a

ne more days, and I would be free from thi

iousness started to blur. The shivering eventually stopped. My body went numb. The last t

.

eyes again, two

verwhelmingly abundant. Liam, at Chloe' s suggestion, had o

lergic t

was covered in an angry, red rash. It itched, a deep, maddening itch that spread acro

rling wants you to get ready for the auction. Today is the St

ir mocking words: "poor barista." In the past, if Liam had overheard th

ids all knew where Liam' s affections lay. They felt bold. O

ken Ms. Miller there. Mr. Sterling spent thirty mi

own for me. A dark, severe dress that covered me from neck to ankle. Everything about my appearance had to be arra

A plain, white mask to cove

uction. The venue was a grand ballroom, glittering with chand

eside him, and he was whispering in her ear, m

. Sterling, I could only find a seat i

paintings, rare wines. I

t out a delicate,

ing. It was the vase. The vase ma