The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 1029

Naylor didn't hesitate. He looked her dead in the eye and said, "I want a straight answer from you!"

Katrina's chest tightened. She averted her gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Fine, I'll spell it out for you. Are we completely done, or are we getting back together? I am not leaving here tonight until you give me a definitive answer."

Katrina's eyelashes fluttered frantically, and her hands trembled by her sides.

Naylor closed the distance between them, stepping directly into her personal space. The proximity was overwhelming.

He stared down at the woman in front of him and reiterated his demand. "Are we breaking up forever, or are we getting back together? I want an answer tonight."

Katrina finally met his gaze. "Don't back me into a corner. I don't have the emotional capacity for this right now. All I want is to focus on my job and spend whatever time I have left with my mom."

Naylor immediately countered her logic. "That's not an excuse. We can be together, and you can still excel at your job and take care of your mom. In fact, if we get married, it'll make her even happier."

Katrina just stared at him, absolutely speechless.

The elevator suddenly pinged again, and the doors slid open as a neighbor from the same floor stepped out.

Katrina instinctively turned around and rushed toward her front door.

Terrified she was going to lock him out, Naylor lunged forward, reaching the door at the exact same moment.

The neighbor stepped out, clearly startled by the tense scene playing out in the hallway, and quickly scurried down the opposite end of the corridor.

With Naylor pressing heavily against her back, Katrina felt like she was standing on hot coals.

"Naylor, you—"

"I'm not leaving until you give me a straight answer."

Naylor delivered the ultimatum with absolute certainty. Using his height and physical advantage, he completely caged her in from behind, snatched her keys right out of her hand, and unlocked the door himself.

Katrina panicked. "You're acting like a thug!"

"I never claimed to be a good guy."

Naylor stepped inside, tossed the keys onto the entryway table, grabbed her arm, and hauled her inside, slamming the door shut behind them.

Now trapped in the cramped entryway, Katrina stared at the dangerous, unyielding determination in his eyes. A sharp spike of panic hit her. She glared at him. "Naylor, don't you dare try anything!"

"Heh," Naylor let out a dark, mocking laugh, his gaze shifting into something predatory and arrogant. "When did I ever say I was going to try anything?"

"..."

"Or is it that, deep down, you actually want me to try something?" he taunted, his eyes deliberately dragging down the length of her body.

"Shut up! I absolutely do not!" Katrina's face burned crimson as she fired back instantly.

Watching her react, Naylor realized that after months of her keeping him at arm's length, this fiery, flustered version of her was infinitely more intoxicating.

"Katrina..." His expression suddenly softened. He took a slow step forward.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify