Chapter 86 A Cruel Demand

“ Chloe, hear to me, ” Alexander barked, his voice raw with wrathfulness and despair as he stormed into the vocally lit sitting room of their upmarket apartment. The space, generally a haven of ultramodern fineness with its satiny lines and muted tones, now felt charged with pressure. A storm of feelings roiled between them, thick enough to make the veritable air fluctuate. Chloe stood by the window, arms folded tightly over her casket, her aspect fixed on the rain-smeared skyline outside. The soft jargon of rain against the glass did nothing to ease the heat radiating from her face. Her dark eyes, formerly warm and inviting, now lustered with icy determination. “ What's it, Alexander,” she said unevenly, her tone as cold and unyielding as the bite that crept into the room.