The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 904

Katrina froze, her breath hitching as she stared at him in stunned silence.

The air in the car thickened into something heavy and suffocating. After a long, excruciating moment, she spoke, her voice eerily calm. "Are you proposing because you pity me, or because you pity my mother?"

Naylor turned fully toward her, his dark eyes locked intensely onto hers. He opened his mouth to answer, but she cut him off before he could utter a single word.

"You hesitated," she said softly, but the words felt like a physical blow. "Which means you don't actually want this."

"Katrina, I—"

"It's late. You should go home and get some rest. Thank you for the ride." Refusing to listen to another one of his explanations, she shoved the door open and scrambled out of the car.

Seeing her sheer desperation to get away, panic clawed at Naylor's throat. He practically threw himself out of the driver's seat.

"Katrina... Katrina!"

With every time he called her name, she walked faster, almost breaking into a run.

Something inside Naylor snapped. No woman had ever dismissed him so effortlessly, making him feel like an absolute ghost. He was infuriated, his pride stinging from the rejection. The months of agonizing limbo between them ignited a sudden, explosive need for finality. He needed answers tonight.

Whether they were going to burn it all down or build it back up, he demanded a resolution.

He sprinted after her, catching the heavy security door just a second before it clicked locked, and stormed into the lobby.

Katrina had just stepped into the elevator when the rapid thud of his footsteps echoed behind her.

A chill raced down her spine. She spun around just in time to hear a loud thud as Naylor shoved his arm between the closing metal doors, forcing the sensors to trigger and violently jerk the elevator open.

"Are you out of your mind?! You could have broken your arm!" Katrina gasped, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs.

Naylor ignored her completely, stepping right into the confined space.

Thankfully, it was late, and the building was dead quiet. They were completely alone in the steel box.

The sudden, suffocating proximity sucked the air right out of the elevator. Katrina glared at him, a biting insult ready on her tongue, but the moment she met his predatory, darkened gaze, the words died in her throat.

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