Chapter 213 The Wounds He Left Behind

• My back hurt from getting slammed into the wall, but it was nothing compared to how painfully Christopher's hands were gripping my shoulders. This side of him was scaring me and causing me to have flashbacks of the past.
• “What's going on, Christopher?” I inquired in a small voice, shrinking away from him. “If you're mad, could you please tell me what I did wrong? I'll change, I promise — Mmph...”
• Two hands held my face as he suddenly kissed me, every motion seemingly brimming with frustration. He bit on my lips harshly and manhandled me without much care. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see bruises starting to form on my shoulders where he was grabbing me.