Chapter- 148 My Past is Not Yours to Own
Beatrice POV
I stammered.
No words came out of my mouth. Nothing. My lips moved, but no sound followed. What was I even supposed to say? What answer was I expected to give to a question that stupid?
His voice rang out again, sharp and loud.
"Huh?" I muttered, blinking at him with confusion.
"Are you that sex-starved?" he repeated, raising his voice even more. "Yes, I'm going to repeat it, because a question like that deserves to be said twice!"
He threw his hands in the air. "What kind of woman kicks off with a man she just met—less than 24 hours? What the actual hell, Beatrice? Do you not know the risks? The shame? The dangers?"
Oh, perfect. Now he was giving me a sermon.
I rolled my eyes, biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from screaming. I wasn't about to let him stand there and lecture me like I was his child or his property. I wasn't his anything anymore.
I stayed calm. At least on the outside.
