Mechelle's POV
My face turned pale instantly as I never expected to encounter this intimidating man right outside my own room. I struggled to contain the fear and unease welling up inside me, and said lightly, "I was thirsty, just got up to pour myself a glass of water."
"Oh really? Do you need to dress so neatly just to get water in the middle of the night?" The man's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, fixing on my face, with a hint of playful smirk playing on his lips.
"I..." It was as if he could see through me, and I felt flustered, lips sealed, not knowing what to say.
He suddenly closed in on me, his tall figure almost pushing me into the corner of the wall, his masculine scent enveloping me, making me feel suffocated. Anxiously intertwining my hands, I lowered my head, afraid to meet his gaze. His eyes were too deep, his intentions unfathomable. I couldn't understand why he would treat me like this.
