Olivia Lewis knew it would turn out this way, deliberately seducing him, her actions becoming increasingly audacious.
Suddenly, the rigid man grabbed her wrist and pulled her away.
Olivia's shoulder wound was nearly torn open by the tug, and she let out a muffled groan, mentally picturing how she'd teach him a lesson.
Damn it, even if he lost control a bit, he should at least remember her shoulder is injured!
When he knocked her down earlier, didn't he carefully avoid her right shoulder?
If it weren't for him remembering to avoid her right shoulder in his rage, she wouldn't dare rely only on the scent of rosemary perfume to identify him in the darkness.
Who else would be as boring yet know her shoulder is injured like he does?
Who else could it be besides him?
"When did you realize it was me?" Olivia bit her lip, clutching her shoulder, still lost in thought.
