'First, he pretends to invite me over, lets me get my hopes up, and then he's going to cruelly humiliate me?'
Her mind cleared in an instant. She took a quiet, deep breath. "Mr. Sheridan, it's getting very late. I should be going."
This was a mistake. She didn't want to repeat the same error.
Georgia Thorne turned to leave the suffocating place.
'In truth, Elliot Sheridan is not someone I can afford to provoke. In the future, when I'm with Selena, I should try to avoid him...'
She had only taken a single step when her elbow was grabbed forcefully. She was pulled around, her cheek pressing straight into the man's chest.
A smirk played on Elliot Sheridan's lips. "What's this? Now that you've got me hooked, you're trying to run away? Just leave me hanging?"
Her clear eyes were wide with astonishment.
Georgia Thorne felt like she must be hallucinating. Otherwise, why would he be holding her of his own accord?
