When the Heiress Grew Tired, Her Insecure Mad Dog Saw Red

I am the villainous Young Mistress. I fell in love with the son of my enemy, forced the bankrupt man to become my personal bodyguard, and treated him with tenderness. Until one day, I saw the Hatred Value above his head climbing nonstop. I was furious. So I broke his pride and made him tremble as he crawled at my feet. “You are this Young Mistress’s dog!” Until the number reached 99. That was when I realized that a melon twisted off the vine would never be sweet. Disheartened, I gave up. I threw away the whip, unlocked his handcuffs, and decided to let him go. “I’m tired of you. Leave.” The man kneeling on the floor lifted his head. A frenzied possessiveness surged in his pitch-black eyes. His eyes were wet and red, and every word shook with restraint. “Now that you’ve had your fun, you’re throwing me away.” “In the Young Mistress’s eyes… was I nothing but a toy for you to vent on?”