Tara Summer was startled, the sound of the man's voice was low and pleasant, like a cello, seemingly strumming the chords deep within her, that made her want to trust him involuntarily.
"He wouldn't." So she shook her head determinedly.
Of course, he wouldn't, he is Liam Yancey, the helmsman of one of the world's top 20 corporations, even controlling the economic lifeline of Asia.
He would never let himself be in a passive situation, he always kept things within his own control.
This was his exceptional ability, which not many could match.
"Trust me." He ruffled her hair, her scattered black hair slightly messy, he smoothed it out, his gaze unusually tender.
Feeling his movements, there was an acidly were bittersweetness on the tip of Tara's nose, in her life, other than her mother and Brother George, no one else had ever done this to her.
It was intimate, yet heartwarming.
