Grace Webb's gaze was still icy cold, giving off an intensely forbidding vibe.
She lifted the corner of her lips, "Are you looking for death?"
Dax Harrison put down his dinner plate, casually walked up to her, and bent at the waist to gaze at her at the closest possible distance. When their wild eyes met, sparks flew like the clashing of swords. The hidden tension felt so intense that it sent shivers down the spine.
"Then why didn't you kill me yesterday?"
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze resting on her lips, "Grace, couldn't bear to part with me, your lover?"
Grace's expression remained neutral, her hand pressed against his chest, "Do you think I'm like you, a lawbreaker?"
She walked towards the dining table and sat down.
There was no denying, Dax Harrison's culinary skills were remarkable.
At least what he cooked looked proper.
He should be a man who could take care of himself and others.
If he was judged by the standards of an ideal partner.
