With a swift, determined motion, Rachel forcefully brushed Kingsly's intrusive hand away from her.
The tweezers hit the floor with a metallic clang.
Kingsly's brows furrowed slightly as he withdrew his hand, watching Rachel with a composed demeanor.
Rachel turned her face away, her pale lips struggling to form words. "Leave... No matter what you want to do, I don't want to see you anymore."
Kingsly gently grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him.
Rachel's once bright and clear eyes now held a desolate emptiness. She looked at Kingsly with a bleak expression, trying to break free, but he had her firmly in place.
He tilted her beautiful chin, studying her closely, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Rachel, you forgot, we're still married... How can you say you don't want to see me? Even if I wanted to share a bed with you right now, you have no right to refuse."
