Then, she’d suddenly turn to me, all casual and friendly.
“What’s wrong, Princess? You’re not mad because I’m talking to Liam, are you?”
I’d mentioned to Liam that it made me uncomfortable.
But he’d always just say I was being petty.
He claimed Chloe was just trying to liven things up and that I was too sensitive.
Now, though, Chloe’s malice was completely undisguised.
“Princesses are just princesses, aren’t they? Are you upset we’re not all fawning over you, so you’re faking being sick?”
The guys around us snickered, a wave of mockery washing over me.
“I’m really not feeling well, give me the inhaler!”
I raised my voice, a desperate plea.
My sudden outburst made the room go silent for a second.
Then, the mockery erupted even louder.
Chloe draped her arm over Liam’s shoulder.
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Then, the mockery erupted even louder.
Chloe draped her arm over Liam’s shoulder.
She watched me gasp for breath, doubling over with laughter.
“Oh
my,
she’s really good at faking it, Liam! Are you actually feeling sorry for her?”
The others joined in, egging Liam on.
“Yeah, Liam, you’re not gonna be whipped after you get married, are you?”
“Don’t disgrace us, man! The man’s the head of the house, if a woman disobeys, you gotta teach her a lesson!”
Liam couldn’t handle that kind of challenge.
He stiffened his neck, refusing to look at me.
“Who’s feeling sorry for her? She needs to be taught a lesson, always looking for trouble.”
I couldn’t breathe.
I desperately tugged at Liam’s sleeve, gurgling sounds escaping my throat.
“Heip… me…”
