When they reached the dining room, he had no intention of putting Evelyn Grant down.
He placed her gently on his lap, one arm wrapping around her slender, soft waist. With his other hand, he picked up a pair of chopsticks, lowered his gaze, and asked, "What would you like to eat?"
Tonight, the chef had prepared Solara cuisine.
But Evelyn Grant had no appetite. The man's aggressive presence was too overwhelming. She struggled to get off, but Preston Keaton easily held her in his embrace, his tone tinged with a slight rebuke. "Be a good girl and sit in my lap."
He could restrain Evelyn Grant effortlessly with just one hand. The more she struggled, the tighter his grip on her waist became.
