Was she afraid of him because she felt guilty?
The man's calm gaze wavered but turned even colder. His hand still on the door, fury welled within him, spawning malevolent thoughts. He wished he could slam the door shut in her face, smashing that beautiful yet venomous little face.
A few seconds of tense silence passed before he released the door and turned the wheelchair around, entering the study with a cold face. His indifferent voice came through, "Come in!"
Wei Anning looked at his cold and forbidding silhouette, suddenly feeling a chill in her heart. She stood at the door with the tray, hesitating whether to go in or not. But the man didn't give her a chance, suddenly turning his head to look at her, with a lurking menace swirling in his eyes, "If you're not coming in, then get out."
