Chapter 176: He's Taking a Shower

"Arthur, you jerk. Let go of me!" I smacked my fists against his chest, furious. He had actually bit me. Bit me. Was he part dog? "Serena." Arthur's voice dropped, icy and low. He suddenly pulled back, his gaze locked on mine. The air around us turned cold enough to sting. A trace of red marked his lips. His mouth, usually so composed and sharp, now looked almost dangerous. But I wasn't in the mood to admire anything. He'd bitten me. My skin still throbbed where his teeth had sunk in. What the hell was wrong with him? "Arthur, if you keep acting like this, I'll end up hating you." My voice was tight, but steady. I meant it. I had never hated anyone the way I hated him in that moment. I was trapped, humiliated, stripped of every ounce of control. He froze. His eyes shifted, something flickering behind them. "You said you'd hate me?" His tone turned quiet, almost soft, but there was danger behind it. "If you keep treating me like I'm nothing, yeah. I'll hate you more than anyone." I wasn