Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 25

Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 25

I leaned against the doorframe and looked at him, my expression unreadable.

“Are you finished?”

“Marceline—”

“If you’re finished, then you can leave.”

I took a step back, preparing to shut the door.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my wrist.

His hand was cold, his fingertips trembling.

“Give me another chance.”

I looked down at his hand on my wrist, then slowly lifted my eyes to meet his.

“Briar, let go.”

“I won’t.”

“Let. Go.”

“Not until you agree.”

I took a deep breath, then used my free hand to pull out my phone. Right in front of him, I dialed three numbers.

9-1-1.

When he saw the screen, his hand slowly went slack.

I slammed the door in his face.

After it clicked shut, I leaned against it, my heart pounding in my chest.

It was quiet outside for a long time. Then I heard a soft, defeated sigh.

His footsteps slowly retreated.