"Can't you be less intense?"
His breath was sprayed on her cheeks, his rich voice bearing a touch of tenderness, lightly and slowly brushing through the core of one's heart, stirring up unusual ripples.
Flossie Wright frowned, but she soon dismissed the sense of strangeness. In its place, inevitably, was the disgust and dissatisfaction in her heart. Held tightly around the waist by the other party, the force was undeniably irresistible. Their bodies were nearly pressed together, and he could anticipate her slightest movement, blocking it beforehand.
"Can't you stop meddling in my affairs?!"
She glared at him, and Flossie Wright's wrist was being ruthlessly shackled by him, but her palm was tightly clenched into a fist.
Damn it!
This bastard!
Glenn Hutchinson's head lowered a bit more, he carefully looked into Flossie Wright's eyes. Unpredictable coldness and killing intent burst out of her dark and bright pupils, filled with brilliance, stunning and breathtaking.
