"Do you really believe you comprehend hate, Avery?" His voice rumbled ominously, sending shivers down my spine. "Hate is simple, but love... it's the complexities that unravel everything." "Love? You mock it, don't you? If love ever dared to touch your heart, you'd be oblivious to its presence," Liam retorted, his expression turning grim. I couldn't hold back the tears forming in my eyes, my voice thick with emotion. "You made me suffer, in the cruelest manner possible. A person who truly loved would never inflict such pain. That's why I despise you; you never genuinely loved me, or else you wouldn't subject me to this." His eyes flared with anger. "You have no clue what you're saying." "Perhaps I do, perhaps I don't," I spat back bitterly. "But it seems your greatest talent is deception—masking your feelings, pretending to care and love..." "Enough!" he thundered. "Want proof of my sincerity? Let me show you the error of underestimating my emotions." With a determined look, I lifted my chin. "Very well, prove it." In an instant, the air between us changed. His hands gripped my face, firm but not brutal, a desperate intensity reflecting his conflicted emotions. Their force held me captive as his lips met mine in a fierce, unapologetic吻, a blend of fury and an insatiable longing. The kiss was punishing, his lips demanding and leaving no room for doubt or reservation. As he pulled away, his eyes locked onto mine, daring, questioning, challenging me to deny the connection that burned between us.
