Yvonne Young almost lost her breath, covering her mouth as she turned to run, only to collide with familiar arms.
Before she could look up, the man's arms wrapped around her, pulling her into an open study and closing the door behind them.
Yvonne lifted her eyes to meet the man's sinister, dark gaze. Her trembling heart instantly eased, her eyes widening in shock.
Who were those two people in the room just now?
"Only been with you twice and you're already rushing back to me?" Spencer Sullivan's breath was heavy with the smell of alcohol, his deep voice tinged with anger.
A hand slid under Yvonne's clothes, wantonly wreaking havoc.
His eyes were full of humiliation.
Yvonne didn't care and clearly remembered her purpose for coming here. "Spencer Sullivan, what if I told you I... "
Before she could finish, a man's voice sounded from outside. "Such a nice house, and your brother doesn't want it?"
Yvonne was sure she didn't recognize the stranger's voice.
