The Alpha's voice remained steady, and his intense gaze bore into Kimberly as he addressed her.
In this moment, the room seemed to shrink, leaving just the two of them within its confines. His actions defied all expectations, keeping her on edge.
"Mrs. Rodgers," Clyde began, his tone measured and composed as he turned towards Kimberly, who glared back at him with unbridled enmity.
His movements were deliberate as he removed the cuff that bound her wrists, revealing the thin red marks it had left behind. "What do you think?" he asked.
A cynical smile curved Kimberly's lips as she returned the question, "What makes you think I will trust you?"
Clyde's gaze remained unflinching, unwavering, as he replied, "You don't have to trust me. I don't expect you to. But consider my offer carefully."
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