'She really doesn't know what's good for her.'
'She has no idea that I just took pity on her and let her off the hook.'
Preston Keaton gently patted her cheek, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Do you have any idea what you're saying?"
Something was already stirring in him. A heavy, oppressive shadow seemed to fall over them, and Evelyn Grant froze uncontrollably. Her hands rested on the man's shoulders, and under his dark, brooding gaze, she didn't dare to move.
Her rash impulse from a moment ago was sobered by the terrifying reality of her situation. Now, in this awkward position, her cheeks burned hot.
"Can I... Can I take it back?"
Preston Keaton's lips curved into a cold smile, but he didn't speak. The hand at her waist pressed down slightly. He watched her bite her lip, a dazed look in her eyes, and pressed his cool fingertip against her mouth.
"I just took care of you."
His finger tapped lightly. "Now it's your turn."
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