What Abiding Grudge
A grin stretched across Dominic’s annoying face at that moment, and his thick brows wiggled
meaningfully. His expression had me rolling my eyes.
“Because I’m now in charge of the costumes for the production team. Besides, I’ve also invested a little
in the movie. In other words, you’re now working for me.”
Huh?
I was so shocked that my stylus fell to the floor.
“Ah, look how happy you are. I’m flattered.” Dominic smugly strutted up to me and bent down to pick my
stylus up. His long and slender fingers then started twirling the stylus mesmerizingly.
How the hell did he gather that I was ecstatic? Livid, I snatched my stylus from his hand and slammed it
down on the tablet with a thud.
Grr! I’m not in the mood to draw anymore!
“What’s wrong? Are you planning to go on a strike?”
He swiveled my chair and leaned down, eyeing me provocatively with his penetrating gaze.
Oh God, what sin have I ever committed that I’ve gotten myself tangled up with such a devil? I lowered
myself to become his caregiver and endured his various torments every day, only ever getting some
freedom at work and relaxing for a bit. Now, however, I’m again enmeshed with him. Do you have no
mercy, Lord?
Plunging into depression at once, I pushed Dominic away with a dour expression on my face. “Yes, I’m
going on a strike! What can you do about that?”
I got up, but before I was even steady on my feet, I was grabbed and pushed back onto the chair. All at
once, my temper flared, and I blew my top.
“What are you doing? Let go of me!”
“I spent an entire week to worm my way into Flash, yet you dare to go on a strike? What do you think I’ll
do?”
What? I was stunned for a moment before a light bulb went off in my head. No wonder I didn’t see him
for a whole week when I was hospitalized. It turns out that he was doing this? Isn’t he just making trouble
for himself?
“What exactly are you thinking, Dominic? You abandoned your career as a designer and came here on
set just to sabotage things? How did I ever offend you? Are you determined to torture me every single
moment of every day before you’re satisfied?”
I thought he would be dissuaded after hearing that, but reality proved that I was truly too naive. He
blinked his bright, obsidian eyes before nodding nonchalantly.
“Yup! As long as I get to torment you every single moment of every day, my mood will soar. Since you’re
currently drawing my costumes, I am certainly obligated to supervise the quality of your work.”
After saying that, he stuffed the stylus into my hand and turned the chair so that I faced the tablet once
more.
“Go on and continue drawing until I’m satisfied.”
Not in the mood to entertain him, I lifted my hand to toss the stylus down, only for him to grab my wrist.
“It doesn’t matter if you’re not willing to draw. I don’t want to waste time on someone with no talent
anyway. In that case, let’s do something far more interesting…”
He deliberately made the word “interesting” sound suggestive. Shuddering in fear, I hastily straightened
and started drawing right away.
He seemed exceedingly pleased with my reaction. Leaning down, he placed his mouth close to my ear.
“We can do it after you’re done drawing.”
Seeing red, I raised my hand and swung it over to draw on his face, but he was as agile as a cat. With a
single sidestep, he easily dodged my attack.
“All right, I’ll leave you to your drawing. I’ll be back to check it later before taking you out for a meal.”
Having said that, he strode away without giving a whit about whether I was willing to have a meal with
him.
Irked, I wailed mournfully in my head. Argh! What abiding grudge does he have against me? He has
already gotten my body, so why can’t he just let me go? Oh yes, there’s still Camille! Didn’t I hear that
she’s back? Why haven’t I seen her even after such a long time? Don’t tell me she’s truly unbothered
about her fiancé?
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