Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

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Chapter 446

Chapter 446

Ella was curled up on the sofa by the window, talking to Stephanie on the phone.

Because she was facing the door, the moment Lorenzo walked in, their eyes met.

When Ella saw the dark look in Lorenzo’s eyes and the displeasure on his face, her hand trembled in fear, and her phone slipped from her fingers, falling to the floor.

‘Didn’t I lock the door?‘ she thought, panic surging through her. She was already terrified, but now, faced with Lorenzo- who looked dangerously volatile–she couldn’t hold back her tears.

She wrapped her arms around her knees, shrinking into herself, too frightened to move. Her wide, tear–filled eyes remained fixed on Lorenzo’s, brimming with both fear and wariness.

Lorenzo felt a flicker of irritation. He walked slowly toward her, bent down, and picked up her phone. Then, he held it out to

her.

dare reach for it. As he drew closer, a sudden, vivid memory flashed through her mind–Lorenzo

narrowed his

expected that killing someone would frighten her to this extent. Her timidity annoyed him–especially since there would be far more danger

welling in her eyes. She said nothing, just stared at

and sat down right beside her. The sudden move made Ella shrink back even further. But she was already pressed up against the back of the sofa–there was nowhere left

pulled her into his arms. “Why are you

darkened further. In a low, threatening voice, he

had been struggling desperately just moments before, but now she

completely engulfed her. In that moment, Ella realized they really did

on it, the people she had known before, even those who schemed and played mind

had taken lives before, but even when he said nothing, the danger radiating from him was

eyes met, her gaze shimmering with tears, Lorenzo said coldly,

women troublesome.

Ella sniffled. She didn’t want to be anywhere near Lorenzo. Right now, all she wanted was

eyes slightly. Feeling his aura grow even more dangerous, Ella quickly added, “Alright. If you want to hold me,

spoke, she instinctively clutched at the front of her shirt, terrified that if she angered him, he really would rip her

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