Chapter 258

Ridiculous. Did I grow these long legs just to follow his orders, to be bossed around? I clenched my fists and turned around, glaring at Ronald Wright, only to have his hand suddenly clamp down on the back of my neck. After a stormy kiss that made my head spin, he finally let go. His dark eyes stared straight into mine. "Stop being difficult. You’re not going anywhere. Be good and eat," he said, giving my cheek a light pinch. "If feeding yourself is such a problem, I can help—hands or mouth, take your pick. As long as you eat, I don’t mind how." "Could you not be so gross?" I smacked his hand away, my face full of disgust. Who even wants to be fed like that? But knowing Ronald, that jerk, push him far enough and he might really do it. He just looked at me calmly, without a change in expression. "Eat." His calmness made my fury feel pointless, like all my anger was a joke to him—he had full control, and he knew it. I shifted my tone to cold indifference, forcing myself to stay composed.