His features were devoid of feelings, as if I meant nothing to him. Seeing him like that broke my heart into several pieces. My eyebrows shook and my jaw trembled.
"Messing together?"
He continued to stare at me steadily despite the bitterness in my voice, when it became a tremble
My hands clearly lowered next to my thighs.
"I thought you cared about me"
He responded coldly, not caring about the pain that appeared on my face.
"My interest in you does not give you the right to interfere in matters that do not concern you."
Neither feelings found their way into his eyes nor into his tongue as he scolded me firmly.
"I tolerated you sneaking into my room without my permission, but messing with my things and asking about private matters crosses the line. I'm not in the mood for a position that allows you to do so."
I let out an intermittent gasp of astonishment that hit my chest.
"I'm really speechless."
I looked away from him to mend my broken heart, then looked into his cruel eyes With pain.
"Have you been manipulating my feelings all this time?"
He clenched his jaw in exasperation.
"I didn't manipulate you, I told you I don't love you."
I smiled sadly.
"Where do you classify a man who showers a woman with his attention, makes her feel like she is the only female in the universe, and then tells her that his heart has never beaten for her?"
Mr. Jeon exhaled harshly before spewing his venom into my ears.
"I have never deluded you with feelings that do not exist in my heart. I have never told you the word "I love you" falsely, so I do not deserve to be called."
Flirty Evelyn."
My smile quickly faded and anger exploded inside me, with difficulty keeping my tone low.
"You forced your presence into my life. You showed up to me whenever I needed someone by my side. You gave me the attention that I didn't even get from my father. The sweet words you said to me are still etched in my memory. Then you say we're just messing around together?"
My voice rose until it became a scream.
"If that is not manipulation, what is your definition of manipulation?"
He lost his temper because I disrespected him and yelled at me.
"Don't raise your voice at me again."
I took a step closer to him, reducing the distance between us, and stuck my index finger into his chest I hissed.
"I raise my voice as I please and in the face of whomever I want. How could you mess with my feelings, Mr. Jeon?"
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