The gaze of Eldest Young Master Grant darkened in an instant, a light flickering in his eyes that made Lily Shaw's heart tremble. Instinctively, she retreated, wanting to escape the intense sense of danger emanating from the man.
But as soon as she took a step back, her hand was seized by a slightly cool, large hand, and her phone was forcibly taken away. As she lifted her head to speak, she met the man's dark eyes. Held by such a gaze, Lily Shaw found herself at a loss for words.
Lily Shaw's hands were restrained by a large hand, her slim waist gripped, as her whole body was pulled back. A warm body pressed down on her, the familiar aroma of cherry blossoms enveloping her senses—this was the scent of her usual shower gel.
The orange light cast an ambiguous glow on the man's deep and defined features. The warm and familiar breath brushed against her cheek, causing Lily Shaw to uncomfortably shake her head. But the warmth relentlessly pursued her, leaving her with no way to escape.
