Dead silence.
Nia Mitchell's pupils dilated. She stared at Maxwell Peary in shock. Just now...
He seemed to have made a faint sound... No, no, my ears must have deceived me.
"I... let go of me."
Nia Mitchell's tongue felt tied. Unsure what to say, she could only continue with the previous topic.
She fixed her gaze on where his hand gripped her wrist, inwardly praying, Please, just let me go!
Maxwell Peary remained silent. His face was as dark as a moonless, starless night—a terrifying sight.
"Nia Mitchell."
Suddenly, Boss Maxwell spoke, his deep, uniquely hoarse voice seeming to coil around her ears.
Nia Mitchell felt as if every cell in her body had received an electric jolt; an invigorating, tingling numbness spread through her.
"Yes?"
His captivating, ink-dark eyes unconsciously drew one in. Nia Mitchell blinked.
I am absolutely not trying to act cute! Absolutely not! Definitely not!
"You're finished."
