'Hmm? What does my cub mean? Does she not want me to do anything? Huh? My cub never used to boss me around, but now she is? Hahahaha! I get it, I get it! This is my cub's possessiveness flaring up! Hahaha! You only get this controlling with people you're close to!'
Holly's hand, resting on the back of his, paused. The skin beneath her fingers was so scorching it made her fingertips ache and a wave of heat spread through her entire body.
She bit her lower lip, suppressing a wave of shyness as she gently squeezed his hand.
She was afraid that if she looked away for even a second, he would use his secret technique.
Lynn Fletcher's dark eyes were fixed on Holly, but her thoughts were on their joined hands. A sarcastic sneer formed in her mind.
Holly always claimed she didn't care about power or her status as the Fletchers' daughter.
'So it wasn't that she didn't care—she just found a better option!'
'And now she's flaunting it in my face.'
'What's there to be so smug about?'
