"You're blackmailing me!" Qiao Li whispered fiercely, eyes burning.
Ou Lin leaned back in his chair, still holding her hand tightly under the table.
"You can call it whatever you want," he said with a shrug.
"But here's the deal: you don't say anything to your mom, and you'll hold my hand all through breakfast. Starting now."
He gave her hand a soft squeeze.
"Oh, and one more thing," he added casually, "from now until I leave this house, you will be the one holding my hand first. Every day."
Qiao Li stared at him in shock, her mouth slightly open.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to slap him. She wanted to throw a spoon at his head.
But instead, she just sat there, frozen, completely trapped.
Inside, she was screaming at herself.
Why didn't I just leave this morning? Why didn't I run away when I had the chance? Now I'm stuck in this stupid rich guy's evil trap!
And worst of all?
Her heart was still racing like crazy.
