"I..." Harper Bennett lifted her head, a pair of lovely eyes full of charm, shyly said, "I want to be yours."
Ever since she was a child, she had seen all kinds of men, with Linda Roberts using them, playing with them. Few men truly controlled their desires, especially when temptation was handed to them on a silver platter.
She moved closer step by step, her red lips slightly parted, every word an enticement, "You can keep being with Rae Bennett, I don't need a title."
She reached out her hand, about to touch Wyatt Wright.
Wyatt Wright, however, recoiled from her as if from a venomous snake, retreating several steps. They say lovely eyes are most expressive of affection, yet his eyes held ice-cold daggers, not only indifferent but also murderous.
And disgust.
Just like how Rae Bennett saw her back then, as if she was something filthy.
"You shouldn't have come looking for me; I have many ways to make someone speak unwillingly."
Wyatt Wright turned and went upstairs.
