But how could she go up there?
If she went up, it would really be like a lamb entering the tiger's den; all she could think about now was making a quick getaway.
She must have been crazy to have ended up marrying him in a moment of folly.
"You... you go ahead, I'm here for the first time, let me look around a bit," she said, tugging at the corners of her mouth, still trying to persuade him. Yet, Ryan Gregory seemed unmoved, his face stern and repeating with displeasure, "Come up!"
His voice was deep and penetrating...
As if she didn't obediently go up, he would come down and give her a beating.
Sofia Hamilton felt that he might indeed beat her.
Isn't it said that rich people tend to be violent?
Frightened and feeling defeated, she could only move forward, her steps reluctant and unwilling.
As the saying goes! Better to have green mountains than no firewood...
All the way, she contemplated various possibilities in her mind.
If he really started to hit her later, what should she do?
Ryan Gregory entered the room first, sitting on the sofa with an air of cold severity.
He irritably loosened his tie and casually threw his suit jacket aside, watching her finally reach the doorway at a snail's pace, frowning those handsome eyebrows, "Did you crawl up here? Why so slow?!"
His mood seemed very foul, his insults not even including any swear words.
Sofia Hamilton glared at him, standing at the doorway, "It's because your house is too big, of course it took time for me to walk over."
"Come here."
"Do... what?"
She was nervous...
But contempt flashed in the depths of his eyes, as he stood up and walked directly toward her, standing tall right in front of her.
His approach made her instinctively want to back away.
The man's presence was vast, his dangerous aura impossible to ignore; she stood before him like a startled little rabbit, her innocent eyes warily fixated on him.
"What... what do you want to do?"
Seeing how nervous she was, her face flushed red, Ryan Gregory deliberately asked, "What are you thinking about to make your face so red?"
"What, I'm not thinking about anything." After he said that, she felt her face heat up even more.
As if she was guilty of something...
Ryan Gregory's dark eyes narrowed, and suddenly, he stretched out his hand to lean against the door behind her.
This action scared her into dodging backward, her reaction as if he were some kind of ferocious animal.
As he drew closer, the crisp mint scent from his body filled her nostrils.
Her heart, without reason, started to panic, and she instinctively turned to escape from the other side.
However, as if he could read her mind, he blocked her path with his other hand as well.
With that, he had her trapped within his arms, within his range.
Sofia Hamilton's heart clenched, and she straightened her spine against the door, trying to keep a safe distance from him.
However, the more she leaned back, the further he advanced.
Even pressing close to her, he was tall, standing before her like a towering tree, casting a huge shadow over her, enveloping her within.
"Mr. Ryan... please... please don't do this," she stuttered nervously, utterly clueless on how to react, her emotions blank with panic.
And him, clearly as experienced as a big bad wolf in matters of the heart, how could she, so inexperienced, stand a chance? Not being devoured by him was a feat in itself.
Ryan Gregory deliberately leaned close to her ear, his voice low, "Regina Brown, with your face so red, you couldn't be thinking that I'm going to touch you, could you?"