His tall figure leaned behind her, and Evelyn Sherman could clearly feel that his scorching body had turned icy cold in an instant.
It was as if a millennium-old piece of ice was touching her.
She bit her lip, staring at the telephone in her hand, not daring to answer it, let alone looking into his eyes.
She wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to.
As long as it involved Charlie Austin, he wouldn't accept any explanation and would definitely be angry...
The phone call was cut off, and the phone screen went dark.
But in the study room, the atmosphere seemed to have frozen in an instant.
Evelyn Sherman stood stiffly, nervously glancing at the man behind her.
Just as she was about to speak up, he scooped her up horizontally and strode back to the bedroom, throwing her heavily onto the bed.
Evelyn was tossed around, feeling as if all her bones were about to break. But facing the man's gloomy dark eyes, she gritted her teeth and didn't dare to complain.
