"Move back in with me!" Henry Lester whispered, leaning close to Yara Quillan's ear. She pushed away the man who was still holding her and looked at him. "I'm perfectly fine staying at my third brother's place."
"Be good. Don't be difficult."
"I'm not being difficult."
"So, does this mean you're not going to protect me anymore?"
Yara Quillan froze, then blurted out, "How did you know?"
Seeing Yara Quillan finally react, Henry Lester's lips curved into a smile. "There's a lot more I know. If you want to find out, you'll have to move back in with me."
"You..." 'This man's shamelessness knew no bounds!'
"Who was it that said they wanted to take care of me, to protect me?" When threats failed, he switched tactics, using rhetorical questions to play the victim.
"..."
"Who said they were going to replace my suit?"
"..."
"Who said they were going home to make dinner for me?"
"Who..."
