Chloe Sinclair finished speaking and bent over, her slender fingers twisting into Wyatt Thorne's hair.
Wyatt Thorne's head was yanked back, and he struggled to angle his gaze upward, glaring viciously at Chloe Sinclair.
He seethed, "Chloe Sinclair, I'll—"
SLAP! SLAP!
Before Wyatt Thorne could finish, a sharp sting erupted on both of his cheeks.
Chloe Sinclair retracted her hand. "What was it you were about to say?"
Wyatt Thorne, who had a whole slew of threats ready, instantly swallowed his words.
The sight of him made Chloe Sinclair's stomach turn, so she slapped him twice more.
Chloe Sinclair put a lot of force into it. The two slaps made Wyatt Thorne's face swell up before his very eyes.
Seeing Wyatt Thorne grimacing in pain, Chloe Sinclair released his hair. He winced, the pain in his jaw so sharp he felt as if he'd lost two teeth.
He struggled to open his eyes and suddenly saw a large clump of hair in Chloe Sinclair's hand. His eyes flew open, as wide as saucers.
