His sudden words shocked Emily Walker, and she didn't understand what he meant.
Seeing his cold pupils, her heart ached.
"I didn't." She hadn't played him; she couldn't play with him.
"No?" He sneered and slowly closed in, raising his hand to hold her chin, his cold eyes staring straight at her, "You should know what will happen if you play with me."
The lack of emotion in his gaze made Emily's heart sink to the bottom, causing a dull pain.
"I didn't play with you. I didn't." The hand on her chin tightened slightly, and Emily frowned in discomfort.
This man was so cold and ruthless when he wanted to be, as if he were in a frozen world.
"Want me to trust you?" Baron Stuart's grip on her chin tightened, and he had no intention of stopping.
At this moment, there seemed to be a burning rage inside him, and he, Baron Stuart, was played by a woman.
His arms raised higher, and Emily stood on her toes, her expression pained.
