Chapter 174: Glass figurine
Lune Elise's POV
The room felt smaller to me like it was closing in on me. The more I picked up my dresses without obeying his demand the larger Owen expanded with rage. If he didn't do something faster to get himself under control, I feared he might explode and take out everything and everyone with him.
He saw a glass cup on the table near the window and my first thought was he was going to throw it or smash it on the wall…and it was exactly what he did.
I wondered who told him it was an excellent idea to disrespect me.
He clenched his fist and threw it in the air like he wanted to get his hands on me but he wasn't allowed.
Yeah, I know that feeling. Sometimes I want to get my hands on Noah too because he turned my children against me but that on its own was a death sentence and so I didn't. It was a bad idea for me and it seemed like my son had the same thought too.
