His voice was low and hoarse, yet carried a seductive allure, and the final sound caused Abigail Hemsworth's eyes to tremble imperceptibly,
reminding her of long, long ago when he had entangled with her repeatedly, his thin lips pressed against her ear, whispering every word.
Sometimes evil, sometimes gentle, or those embarrassing words that made one blush scarlet.
Abigail slightly raised her brows, her eyes flickered momentarily, and she smiled, "Mm... it seems like I said that."
Travis Miller narrowed his eyes.
"But the fact is just like that! Everyone thinks I'm right."
"Everyone?"
Travis Miller's expression, gaze, and tone were all chillingly ominous.
He looked at her, wondering what he could say to stir even a ripple in her beautiful eyes.
Yet, no matter how hard he thought, everything between them seemed to have lost its ability to make her excessively care.
He leaned closer to her, his firm chest pressing against her body.
