As soon as the words were spoken, Tilly Flower felt the man behind her grow cool in his embrace.
She turned around to face Sophia Phoenix, who had her wrapped in his arms, observing the cold expression on the handsome man's face. She smiled with a devilish charm, and lazily drew circles on his chest with a raised hand, her tone exceedingly light and cheerful, "What's wrong, why the anger?"
Her eyes slightly hooked at the corners, the pink mole beneath her eye striking against her fair skin, exuding her natural, bewitching charm.
"Not at all," the man said as he caught her teasing hand on his chest and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of her hand, "I have no right to be angry."
A cold, sarcastic smile leaked from the corners of Tilly's lips as she withdrew her hand from his palm and then gave him a look, motioning for him to let go.
