Mean Heiress, His Obsession

The comments’ suggestions were not very proper. Gritting my teeth, I pressed my toe down and ground it against his thigh.

Gabert’s expression turned unreadable. His fists clenched tightly, yet he did not push me away. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and the corners of his eyes were red as he stared at me.

[Tsk, not bad, crybaby. Keep going. Insult him!]

I muttered, “I was being nice and caring, yet you yelled at me! You’re not Mr. Yates Sr.’s biological son, so you’re not my fiancé anymore. You don’t have the right to yell at me!

“If you behave and listen to me from now on, I… I might take pity on you and not have my dad cancel the engagement.”

Gabert’s eyes grew darker.

[Crybaby! You call that a kick? Even a mosquito hits harder than that!]

[You call that a threat? That’s basically acting cute, okay? The male lead is a masochist. Why can’t you be harsher?]

The comments began to mock me mercilessly.

My eyes reddened with grievance, and I forced myself to hold it in. I did not want to cry in front of him.

Not knowing what else to do, I quietly moved my foot away. Unexpectedly, his large hand grabbed my ankle. His voice was hoarse. “Chelsea Ziegler, harder.”

I had no choice but to kick harder again, though I could not help thinking that Gabert seemed angry. His ears were flaming red.

“Am I being too mean?” I muttered softly to the commenters.

[Oh no… Don’t tell me he’s feeling something?]

Feeling what?

I was confused. Was it pain?

Gabert stared at me coldly. His gaze was dangerously intense.

“Chelsea, do you know what you’re doing?”

That look made me recall the days in my previous life when he imprisoned me in that dark basement. Fear hit me instantly.

I started sobbing and apologizing, trying to pull my foot back.

However, instead of letting go, he rubbed my ankle with his palm. The heat of his hand was scorching. My whole body trembled, and I was caught off guard. I fell to the ground. The tears I had been holding back rolled down my cheeks all at once.

He lifted his chin slightly, looking down at me. “It won’t be as simple as a fall next time you come bother me.”

I was too scared to look up. I even gently patted the spot I had stepped on earlier.

“Hmph, I’m not afraid of you. You… You’re just a stray dog now…”

However, my hand touched something hard. Did he keep a gun in his pocket?

I quickly pulled my hand back. “Let go of me.”

He did not.

For the first time, an unnatural flush appeared on Gabert’s face. He gripped my wrist even tighter, forcing me to meet his deep, shadowed gaze.

“Chelsea, where are you touching me?”

I shook my head frantically. “I didn’t… I didn’t know!”

He took a deep breath, then snapped. “Get lost.”

His chilling tone made my legs go weak. I scrambled away as fast as I could the moment he let go.

Back in my room, I could not wait to ask the commenters, “How did I perform this time? I splashed hot water on him and even kicked him. Does that count as being a vicious heiress?”

The comments fell silent in exasperation.

[Crybaby, you clearly don't get what ‘vicious’ means.]

[You’re supposed to lock him up, whip him, and humiliate him!]

I was utterly speechless. I did not know how to do any of that. What should I do?

[Forget it. Just wait for our instructions when the time comes.]