"Scared!" Just as Zoe Yale was about to step back, Charles White turned around and pinned her to the sofa, gazing down at her face.
Their noses touched, intertwining their breaths in an indescribable intimacy...
"Whose telephone call?" Charles White's thin lips parted slightly, his tone laced with a jealousy he wasn't even aware of.
He never imagined that seeing another man appear by her side would make him lose control like this.
Especially when he saw her walking towards Harrison Yale's sports car, he almost unthinkingly reached out and dragged her away...
Even forgetting that they had no relationship, he had no right to interfere with anything in her life.
All he could do was remind her over and over to be reserved.
"There was no call, I just sent a text message." Zoe Yale, being pressed down, her body sinking into the sofa, curled up and met his penetrating dark eyes, shrinking her neck in fear.
His eyes were so terrifying, as if he wanted to devour her...
