Chapter 88

If Estelle dropped dead right here, at least Dillon wouldn't be able to walk away from it unscathed. That would be a decent kind of revenge. Noticing the color drain from her face, he finally loosened his grip a little. He looked down at Estelle and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you hate it the most when I was with Alison?" She almost rolled her eyes. But when she caught the venom in his gaze, she wisely lowered her head and stayed quiet. That only darkened his expression even more. His eyes grew stormy, something unreadable and dangerous simmering beneath the surface. Estelle was in danger. Her eyes darted around, looking for any possible way to escape. Dillon let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Even if someone shows up, they can see a bit of the fun we have as a couple." "You—" Estelle was so furious she couldn't even speak. She glared at him, wanting to curse him out, but held back. This jerk hadn't thought about her feelings even once. Then again, why would he? He couldn