"Sharp-tongued!" His face didn't look good, but his tone carried a hint of indulgence.
However, her tales of flirtation, freedom, and bringing a third party home deeply pierced his heart.
He didn't explain, just grabbed Eva Nightingale with one hand and pressed her against the wall.
One hand fell on her slender waist, holding her captive, while the other began to undo his suit tie, ready to take off his clothes.
"Mm, ah... Lucas Knight, wha-what are you doing, why are you taking off your clothes?!"
Eva definitely didn't think an angry man would do anything good!
"Lucas Knight, is it because Miss Grant doesn't satisfy you? Let go—"
Before she finished her sentence, the man's hot palm smacked against her hip, saying punitively, "I'm not interested in her, not interested!"
Seemingly explaining, "A woman I can't get interested in, you think I would touch?"
