"Miss, are you a cop?" Bryan White didn't mind at all that she was pinning him down at the moment.
But the man's innate nobility meant that even so, he didn't seem disheveled in the slightest.
"Hmph." Donna Doyle completely ignored him, landing a hard punch on his waist. Seeing him wince in pain, she finally let go of him abruptly.
"Be careful, and don't you lay a finger on women again!"
Donna patted her hands and straightened her skirt, without looking back, she left and joined her group of friends. It was unclear what the women were saying, but a burst of laughter erupted from the group.
Bryan White's gaze fell on that table, his eyes dark. He hooked the corner of his mouth, not angry, but intently watching the face of a woman brimming with laughter.
Hmph, Donna Doyle, he would remember her!
At that moment, Donna glanced over in his direction, her red lips curving into a smile that was blinding and provocative.
