Liam Yancey's eyebrows knitted together, the corners of his mouth twitching almost imperceptibly. His handsome face was icy cold as he took another step forward. His towering figure enveloped her in shadow.
"Hmph." His chilly grunt startled Tara Summer.
She turned sharply, looking up at the man who towered over her. His facial expression at that moment was chilling, clearly indicating his foul mood.
"Did your Yellow Team lose?" Tara, unfamiliar with polo, assumed that he was upset because he had lost, so she asked.
His dark eyes were trained onto her flushed cheeks. Liam's expression grew even colder. "Stupid woman!"
Stupid woman?!
Tara pulled a long face, glaring at him, shouting angrily, "Liam Yancey! I don't need a bodyguard."
"Stupid woman." He repeated, his hawk-like gaze slicing the skin on her cheeks.
Again?!
"Get lost!" Tara was completely enraged. Glaring at him, she turned to leave but her wrist was caught in his grip.
