Sold To a Handsome Trillionaire (Caroline and David)

Chapter 392 Hide the Knife

None of it mattered.

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David wasn't just possessive-he was suffocating. Alive or dead, he wanted her bound to him forever.

As she remained silent, he turned and walked toward the bathroom.

Just as the door swung shut, he spoke. "I misunderstood you and Cameron. I'm sorry"

The door clicked closed.

Caroline stood frozen.

Had I just heard that right?Had I imagined that? David had apologized? How

rare.

She stared at the door for a long time before exhaling.

"If a simple sorry could fix everything..." She sighed, letting the rest of the sentence fade into silence.

She walked over to the bed.

The sheets had been changed, carrying a faint, fresh scent.

For a long moment, she didn't move. Then, with practiced ease, she reached under the pillow and pulled out a slender knife.

It was still there. Good.

She had already made up her mind. If David tried to force himself on her again tonight...

She wouldn't just endure it.

Even if the knife couldn't truly harm him, she would show him she wasn't powerless.

Caroline carefully hid it again.

Lying down, she could feel the tension gripping her body. There was no way she could sleep.

She closed her eyes, curled onto her side, and pretended to rest.

She heard David exit the bathroom and walk toward the bed.

Footsteps approached. The mattress shifted as David sat down beside her.

Then, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.

"Why are you sleeping so far away?" he muttered. "You're practically falling off the bed."

Caroline stayed still, keeping her eyes closed.

David tightened his hold. "Caroline, I know you're awake. Your body is too tense, and your brows are furrowed. You don't want to see me, and you definitely don't want to talk to me." His voice was calm, but there was an edge of frustration beneath it. “I shouldn't have driven like that earlier. It was reckless. I was just... furious."

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Chapter 392 Hide the Knife

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He was admitting his mistake. Caroline was a little surprised but still chose to ignore him.

He was admitting he was wrong, but she still said nothing.

"I saw you sitting with another man, side by side, looking so comfortable together.

It was unbearable," he continued, his voice lower now, rough. "You belong to me.

No other man should be by your side. When that possessiveness takes hold, I lose control. But the truth is... all I've ever wanted is for you to see me, to acknowledge me."

For once, his tone lacked its usual arrogance. But he wasn't done.

"I can give you everything. The best restaurants, the most extravagant jewelry, the rarest limited-edition handbags-anything you desire, I'll make sure it's yours."noveldrama

His words were possessive, obsessive-but beneath them was something else. Desperation.

"I just wanted to be the one you looked at," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Caroline finally spoke, her voice cold. "You have no idea what I want."

She never cared about material things. Jewelry, money, status-none of that had ever mattered to her.

"I do," David said firmly. "You want freedom. You want to be treated as an equal. You want respect."

Her heart clenched. So he understood. He knew exactly what I wanted. Then why wouldn't he give it to me? Why wouldn't he let me go?Isn't love about giving, about fulfilling the desires of the one you cherish?

Yet David chose to confine her. To control her.

"Caroline," he said, his voice unwavering, "I can give you all the freedom and respect you want-but only if you belong to me. We have to be together. Your freedom... your future can't exist without me in it."

Caroline bit her lip. "

"Does love take

you're there, then I'll never be free."

away freedom?"

"No," she said without hesitation. "But what you're giving me isn't love. David, you think you love me... but this isn't love at all."

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