Meeting Timothy York's gaze, Summer Thorne spoke. It felt as if something intangible had been released, but in reality, her body remained tense, not relaxing in the slightest.
Timothy York's gaze remained heavy on her. After a long moment, he finally asked, "What do you hate about me?"
"Everything," Summer Thorne replied.
"How much do you hate me?"
"I hate you so, so much."
She hated him. She hated being influenced by him, hated having her emotions swayed by him, hated her own insecurity. She hated that she had resorted to using alcohol at the dinner table to numb herself, all because of a man.
At dinner that night, even Justin Pryce had noticed something was off with her, smiling as he advised her not to drink too much.
Summer Thorne knew what kind of emotional turmoil she was facing. She desperately wanted to convince herself not to be affected by other things, to focus only on the here and now.
