Aria Grant had just left the hall and wanted to shake off George Flack's hand, but to her surprise, he held on even tighter. He led her into the stairwell with practiced ease and then suddenly pulled her into his arms.
Their mouths pressed together, Aria Grant felt George Flack's hot breath and the heat from his body. At this moment, she had no amorous thoughts at all and instead felt a slow, growing nausea.
As soon as she thought about Belly Wescott and her sister's inexplicable death, she couldn't bear to look at the man before her.
"Mr. Flack, you seem quite familiar with this place. I wonder how many times you've been here before! I wonder if your fiancée, our beautiful Miss Wescott, knows that her fiancé sneaks around stealing kisses."
Listening to Aria Grant's indifferent tone, George Flack tried to silence her with a kiss. Feeling frustrated, she had no choice but to convey her anger through her fiery eyes, but he gently covered her eyes with his hand.
