Eva Miller had always been arrogant and overbearing in front of him, so how could she be afraid of his threats? She had no idea that the man standing before her now was already a bundle of fury and impulse; if she talked back one more time, he would definitely explode.
Eva braced herself and snorted coldly a few times. "Luke Land, I'm not afraid of you. I just want to curse you out. So what if you're interested in me? This auntie here isn't into you at all. Go cool off wherever you came from."
A trace of coldness lifted at the corners of Luke Land's lips. "You're asking for it, insisting on running into the muzzle of the gun. Don't blame me."
What did that mean?
Eva frowned and glanced at the man who was only inches away from her, swallowing nervously. The corner of his mouth hooked up, his gaze like a ravenous wolf roaming all over her body.
A wise man submits to circumstances.
