"Darling, I think it would taste even better if you cooked it for me. What do you think?"
Though it was a gentle sentence, his proximity left her a bit breathless. She stepped back slightly, "Robert, my cooking skills are terrible—"
"If you don't let me eat my fill, I'll have to eat you!" He laughed arrogantly, like a wolf that had already caught its prey, watching the struggling creature under his claws with satisfaction.
Emma was afraid of his personality. She had thought that Robert Thomson was serious and disciplined, hardly allowing anything to sway him off his set path, whether it was regarding women or work.
However, after spending a day or two together, she had come to see him in a new light – feeling that he only put up a good appearance on the outside. In reality, he was definitely cunning and domineering, while his so-called seriousness and inflexibility were merely pretty disguises.
