The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 415 Apologies and Aftershocks

And then this had to happen tonight.

Victor looked down at her, standing there like a little quail.

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He couldn’t see her face, only the top of her head, and the way she stood there–so timid and apologetic–was oddly obedient.

The corners of his mouth curved faintly. “What are you sorry for?”

Tessa blurted out, “For stripping off your towel.”

Silence crashed down around them.

Tessa’s brain froze again.

Oh no–Stella had specifically told her not to mention that. Just admit you were wrong and leave it at that!

The pressure in Victor’s presence made it impossible to ignore him. “I- I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Oh?” Victor’s voice was icy. “Then what did you mean?”

do it

She really hadn’t.

the floor as he walked down, each step pounding against her

and lifted her chin with

Tessa’s insides were trembling.

Victor, here’s your

the now

mind was still replaying the earlier scene in vivid

she wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and bury herself in it. How stupid could

around and accidentally yanking someone’s towel

Seriously?

held the

Victor didn’t take it.

his grip on her chin tightened

Everything-

“I saw, uh-”

say that.

shook her head. “I didn’t see

Not good enough.

gaze pierced her like a blade, and Tessa quickly added,