Chapter 137

That night, Cassian didn't leave. Sabrina hated him to the bone, but still got dragged into satisfying his desire in the bathroom, all while he was injured. By the end of it, her arm almost felt like it was going to fall off, while he looked all smug and satisfied. Even his pale face had a flush of color again. She couldn't help but think-did he come here, bleeding on purpose? Just to make her feel guilty, to soften her heart, to get his way? Seeing how pissed off she looked, he tried pulling her over to wash up together. She let him, but that didn't mean she was forgiving him. She locked him out of the bedroom and made him sleep on the couch. Later in the night, a sharp pain from his wound forced Cassian awake. He couldn't lay properly-it hurt too much-so he ended up lying on his stomach. But the couch was so narrow, it didn't give him an inch to move. He was trapped, limbs stiff and hurting. The bedroom door was still locked. Around midnight, Sabrina got up to pour herself some water