At this moment, Christopher Scott had drunk more than half a bottle of wine, yet his mind was still clear, with no sign of intoxication.
As he thought about Seven Murray about to push open the door, about how she would try to please him for the sake of interest, the smile at the corners of Christopher's mouth grew colder and more intimidating, hinting at a different message, suggesting that if Seven came, she surely wouldn't leave intact.
Because in Christopher's heart, there was too much dissatisfaction and disappointment accumulated against her.
At the door of the suite, Seven Murray clenched her fists tightly, placing them on either side of her waist, taking deep breaths continuously, trying to calm herself down.
However, the more she tried to calm down, the more tense her emotions became. Just thinking about Christopher waiting for her inside made her lips tremble uncontrollably; this was the most guilty thing Seven had ever done in her life.
