Jose Floyd's fingers were somewhat cool as he held her hand, and after a few seconds, he calmly said, "Go and learn the piano, your fingers are beautiful, they should be suitable."
"Okay, if you like it, I'll learn," she replied softly.
"You're very obedient and gentle," he commented, "As long as you don't cause trouble, aren't overly spoiled and make unreasonable demands, maybe I'll keep you around for a lifetime."
She nodded, a slight smile on her face, "If you're good to me, I can do that too."
There was a mischievous hint of humor in her smile, and as he looked at her, the corners of his mouth involuntarily lifted into a faint smile, "Keeping you might be much more interesting than keeping a pet."
Nicole's hand resting in Jose Floyd's palm stiffened slightly.
This man was very dangerous, and at the same time, very ruthless and indifferent. Keeping her by his side was just like having another pet.
And what he wanted was probably a well-behaved and obedient pet.
