With a clang, the silver dagger in the girl's hand was thrown to the floor, and while she was dazed, a man pulled her forcefully into his arms.
Rosie let out a soft gasp and instinctively struggled, but after feeling his strength, she had to give up.
"No wonder the flower thief is never caught; it's Mr. Anderson playing the thief to catch a thief," Rosie thought angrily. She remembered her first night at Anderson Castle when he tied her to the bed all night, and then she foolishly asked to share a bed with him, truly walking into the lion's den.
Absolutely foolish.
Charles Anderson wrapped his arms around her waist, speaking softly, "If you want revenge, you can tie me up for a night too. If that will ease your anger, I won't resist."
Rosie considered for two seconds, then naturally accepted the offer with a smile. Such a good deal was hard to come by.
