Logan suppressed his heavy breathing, his searing heat almost melting her.
Selina's expression changed as she quickly spoke, "Logan, let's get out of here…"
"Be good. Let me take care of your revenge first."
His fingertips lightly brushed against her lips, lingering on their softness for a moment as he forced down the intense desire surging within him. Then, his icy gaze swept over the others.
Mr. Wilson lay on the floor, struggling to get up, and roared in frustration, "Who the hell are you? How dare you ruin my fun?! Guards! Take them down!"
Logan let out a cold laugh.
Selina felt a sudden whirl as Logan held her close. In just a few swift moves, he had dispatched Mr. Wilson's men.
Logan stepped on Mr. Wilson's wrist, his voice as frigid as ice. "Was it this hand that touched her?"
