Chapter 84 Tension

The tension between Amanda and Vicktor was suffocating as they stood in the grand, dimly lit bedroom. The weight of the day's chaos still lingered in the air, thick and undeniable. Amanda’s hands trembled as she placed them on her sides, her breath uneven as she tried to steady herself. Vicktor leaned against the edge of the dresser, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her legs weak. “You’ve been quiet,” he murmured, his deep voice low and controlled, though she could hear the faint crackle of tension beneath it.