"G… Gérard…" Her voice quivered, fragile and unsteady. Her pulse thundered in her ears, her entire being feeling as though it were set ablaze.
He was lying.
She knew he was lying.
He wouldn't go this far wouldn't shatter her like this just to get her into his bed. He couldn't be that cruel.
"Shut up!" he snapped, shoving the plate away with such force that it crashed to the floor, the sharp sound making her flinch.
"Gérard, she's your mate," Vittoria cut in, her tone firm as he turned a dangerous glare on her.
"Stay out of it, Vittoria. This doesn't concern you," he hissed.
"This… isn't you," Charlotte whispered, her eyes glassy with doubt and heartbreak as she searched his face.
She wanted him to laugh to tell her it was all some twisted joke. She clung desperately to anything that might make this feel unreal.
"Right. Because I made you believe that lie in the first place," Gérard replied coldly.
