The man in front of her smiled gracefully, but Sophia Sutton only felt cold sweat all over.
The wound on her neck, which he had cut, began to throb with pain again.
In all her years on assignments, she had never encountered such a situation. While her face remained calm, her heart was inevitably a bit flustered.
"What's your name?"
Alex Hawk walked over to the bar, took out a bottle of red wine, poured himself a glass, and asked.
"..." Sophia Sutton pursed her lips, not speaking.
"You've agreed to sleep with me," Alex Hawk walked over to her, smiling as he spoke, "why hold back?"
"..." That was just her temporary strategy. Because at that moment, she realized if she didn't agree, this guy might actually cut the knife into her neck!
This man looked elegant and gentle, seemingly easy to talk to, but those eyes were not something an ordinary person would have.
Those were eyes that had seen a lot of blood.
