"Sleep with you?" David Redington's deep blue eyes slowly froze over with frost.
"Oh, no..." Leslie Howard shook her head. "Perhaps it doesn't even count as that. After all, I've told Ms. Redington, I'm serving Ms. Redington just for an equivalent exchange, to get what I need from Ms. Redington."
After Leslie Howard finished speaking, she lifted her eyes and gently swept her long hair.
Her wavy curls cascaded down her shoulders.
The black hair made her delicate face appear even more alluring, and her lips, which had just been kissed by him, were now a vivid, luscious red.
David Redington's deep, icy gaze swept over her face, paused on her lips, and then settled on her slender, white neck.
He knew a layer of even, heavy concealer was applied on her neck.
And beneath that concealer were the marks he passionately left on her just last night.
