The bodyguards and servants rushed forward, attempting to wipe off the vomit with their hands.
Liam Yancey's dark gaze swept over them, causing everyone to freeze in place, too frightened to move.
Tara Summer's muddled mind eventually cleared, her already pale face now ashen. She stared at the man's ruined shirt and abruptly stood up.
"I'm … sorry, I didn't mean to." His large hand was still gripping her wrist, and she felt him slowly applying pressure, almost as if he wanted to break her bones.
Liam Yancey's brows furrowed, his expression cold as ice. He was always the object of pride and envy, when had anyone ever dared to offend him in such a way? Tara Summer, she had really taken it all!
She felt genuinely sorry, although she was seasick because of him. However, it was her who lost her composure. She bit her lip, waiting for the disgust in his eyes.
