Her red lips curved up, the usually faint allure she had after drinking suddenly magnified several times. "For example, I give you a chance, but never once thought about saying yes."
Riding on the liquor, Joy Shaw spoke without holding back, wanting to use this chance to make him give up.
Giving him a chance had been a moment of impulse to begin with.
She was used to being alone, free and unrestrained, and had never planned to let another person burst into her life.
So, spelling it out for him was the best choice.
Otherwise he'd keep holding onto hope.
That voice lingered by Marcus Knight's ear, the distance so close that her breath spilled over him.
The man lowered his lashes to look at her, dark eyes deep, his gaze murky and unreadable.
Joy noticed his expression; she hooked her lips into a smile that could bewitch a crowd. "Got mad?"
