Chapter 751 Bruise your Ego
Mia smirked, "What's the matter? I was just speaking the truth. Did I bruise your ego? It's not my fault. I don't even understand why you think I'd be interested in you."
She went on, "Do other girls butter you up, make you think you're some catch? Pathetic."
"Shut up," Dalton snapped, covering her mouth. "Mia, don't try to provoke me. Why can't you just admit that I made you happy?"
He yanked the covers off, flipped her over, and pinned her down. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he hissed in her ear, "Mia, you're gonna learn the cost of irritating me. You're not leaving tonight!"
Dalton, driven by rage, treated her like prey.
But deep down, his pride was shattered.
That's why he lost it.
Mia clutched the pillow, laughing bitterly, waves of sorrow washing over her.
She couldn't cry.
She'd been through too much; there was nothing left to cry about.
All she could do was laugh.
Dalton kept his word, making her pay.
He acted like a madman, determined to break her.
He choked her, forced her.
He yanked her hair, making her beg, making her admit she was wrong.
But every time, Mia shot back, "You're not as good as George."
The more she said it, the crazier Dalton got.
The torment went on until nightfall.
The phone on the bedside table rang several times, but Dalton ignored it.
It wasn't until he was completely spent that he stopped.
He grabbed Mia's face, turning her towards him, a smug smile on his lips. "No matter how sharp-tongued you are, your face can't lie."
Mia lay there, too weak to even open her eyes, let alone mock him.
Dalton picked up the phone and glanced at the caller ID.
It was Vicky.
Seeing Mia asleep beside him, he answered the call.
"Dad, what's up? I've called you so many times, why didn't you answer?" Vicky asked.
Dalton wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat on the edge of the bed. "I was busy, no time."
"Dad, what's wrong? You're breathing so heavily. Are you okay?" Vicky asked, worried.
"No, I'm feeling great," Dalton replied, satisfied.
"Vicky, what's up?" he asked, in a good mood.
"Dad, let's have dinner tonight," Vicky suggested.
"Tonight?" Dalton asked, surprised.
"Yeah," Vicky said. "We haven't had dinner together in a while."
Dalton glanced at the sleeping woman beside him and said, "I can't tonight, maybe next time."
"But I'm almost there," Vicky insisted.
"What did you say?" Dalton frowned. "You're almost here?" His voice carried a hint of surprise.
Vicky nodded. "Yeah, I'll be there in two minutes. I even bought your favorite food."
Dalton was silent.
"Dad, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?" Vicky asked with concern.
"Nothing, since you're almost here, come on over. We haven't had dinner together in a while," Dalton answered.
"Okay, I'll be there soon."
With that, Vicky hung up.
Dalton placed the phone aside, gently kissed Mia on the cheek, and whispered, "Get some sleep."
He got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, his steps unsteady.
