Jace Lennox released his grip.
His face was cold as he ordered, "Get out!"
Once the force pulling her hair vanished, Phoebe Faulkner collapsed onto the bed. Jace Lennox had stripped her down to just her bra and panties, and her scalp still throbbed with pain.
She had no idea what she had done to offend him.
He had gone out to eat, shop, and buy clothes with another woman, while she had obediently come home, cooked dinner, and waited for him. She only went to bed when it was clear he wasn't coming back. What had she done wrong?
What right did he have to storm in here, acting like he was the one who had been wronged?
The more Phoebe thought about it, the more wronged she felt, until she couldn't hold back her tears. She didn't want Jace to see her cry, so she stayed put, lying face down on the bed and weeping in secret.
Jace's eyes were cold as he watched Phoebe lying on the bed, her small shoulders hitching.
She was clearly crying.
'And now she's crying?'
