Chapter 31 Theo's Punishment

• Theo’s grip on my arm was unrelenting as he dragged me down the stairs, each step heavy with his anger. His fingers dug into my skin, the pressure sharp and unforgiving. I stumbled, trying to keep up, but he didn’t slow down.
• When we reached the first floor, he stopped abruptly. Without a word, he dismissed the men from his meeting, his icy glare silencing any protests before they began.
• Theo didn’t say anything as we walked out to the car. He opened the door, practically shoving me inside before slamming it shut. The ride home was silent, but his anger was palpable. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white, his jaw clenched.