She was almost pushed into the room, instinctively turning her head in confusion, a force wrapped around her waist, and before she knew it, she was pinned against the wall.
Knowing it was Travis Miller, she caught his scent and the blur of his figure.
She was trapped between the wall and his chest.
"What are you doing?"
Travis bent down, his handsome face was close at hand, his long black eyes seemed to be filled with the aroma of aged wine, and even his warm breath spraying on her face seemed to carry a hint of intoxication, his lowered voice was so seductive it was easily captivating.
"Of course, I'm here to claim my reward."
Abigail Hemsworth blinked, "Are you saying you want me to sign the transfer deed now?"
Travis slightly tightened his grip on her waist, and as Abigail winced and opened her mouth to shout "it hurts," he lowered his head and captured her lips.
