The Bound Between Us

Chapter 295

After a few drinks, Harmon was all worked up. With all the grievances he had bottled up over time, he couldn’t accept Anastasia’s explanation.

The more Anastasia struggled, the more excited Harmon got. He decided to yank off her jacket.

Anastasia started to panic and driven by fear, she started to shout, “Harmon, you’re just a wuss! You’re too scared to go after the ones who really screwed you. You’re picking on me because I’m an easy target, a woman. You’re pathetic and you deserve to be scammed.”

She didn’t hold back, kicking and shouting, “Did you ever stop to think why you got scammed? That’s because you’re a dimwit. You knew they were screwing you over, but you kept backing down. You’re just a wuss, afraid of them. You didn’t dare confront them. So, you had to take your anger out on me.”

Every word from Anastasia was sharp as a knife, cutting straight through Harmon’s ego and hitting him where it hurt. What Anastasia was saying was the truth. He was too afraid to confront those who had wronged him. At the barbershop, he was scared. And despite being scammed by the dating site before, he still didn’t fight back. Since Anastasia was physically weaker, he could bully her, taking out all his anger on her.

Harmon couldn’t face his own cowardice, covering his weakness with harsh words. He shouted, “You con artists are the worst.

site setting you up. I thank my lucky stars it wasn’t you I was set up with. I’d have regretted it, having to deal with

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and unable to free herself, watched in despair as Harmon pulled off her underwear. She had never felt such despair. No matter how much she cried out for help, no one

on. Maybe just like she had said to Harmon, it was because she was seen as an easy and

opportunity to kick him over, free herself; and tumble off the bed. Her legs were tied, and she couldn’t walk. So she hopped to the door. Her wrists were bound, but she could still manage to open

seconds from breaking free to opening the door, Anastasia felt like she was in a race against death. Seeing Harmon getting up, she bolted out the door and locked it behind her. She couldn’t untie the rope around her legs, so she had to hop. Fear coursed through

to her fear, she lost her balance. She braced herself for the pain, but instead, she landed in a warm and familiar embrace. When she looked up and saw who it was, she couldn’t help but burst into