Grace Webb's hand holding the phone immediately tightened.
Her lips curled with a chill edge, "How long have you been listening?"
Dax Harrison brushed his short black hair. He had handsome and solemn features emitting an inherent wicked charm that made him seem sharp. His facade was inscrutable, appearing 90% cunning and 10% vague.
He sat up, the blanket sliding down, "All of it."
"At least you're honest," Grace Webb smirked coldly.
With his head tilted, Dax Harrison surveyed the still dim booth. He could only see Grace Webb's vague expression, "Family pushing for marriage?"
"What's it to you?"
Dax Harrison let out a faint 'tsk', "Why so fierce? Too spicy isn't always a good thing, most men can't handle it."
Grace Webb buttoned her clothes, "Do I need to?"
"Really?." Dax Harrison's laughter was vague, "But yesterday, you seemed... very needy."
He too was surprised.
He assumed it would be a fleeting affair.
However....
This woman turned out to be....
