Chapter 43 A Stalker?

• He made the painting by that famous artist with millions of dollars so that he could hang it in his bedroom? That meant, he wanted me, was after me for more than three years and I didn't have a single clue about it. I thought he didn't even know me personally before Em's sister's reception. Then what about his ignorance towards me all the time?
• My heart raced in my chest as everything crashed on me.
• It all made sense now. His claims, his possessiveness, his losing control whenever he felt I was in danger. He couldn't grow those feelings all of a sudden.