The young woman hadn't noticed that as she tilted her head, her collar had shifted, revealing a sliver of skin as pale as jade. The car was dim, yet Preston Keaton saw it with perfect clarity.
He didn't point it out.
His gaze slowly swept downward. Seeing her look as if she wanted to say something but was holding back, he asked with great patience, "Is there something else you want to say to me?"
Even though her mind was muddled, Evelyn Grant knew this idea of hers was truly bold.
They say you should quit while you're ahead, so she just shook her head. "No."
Though her lips said no, her eyes were filled with frustration, the unwillingness to give up on a request she couldn't bring herself to make. The pitiful way she bit her lip was a clear invitation for him to ask again.
Preston Keaton hummed in acknowledgment, his eyes casually dropping to his phone as he sent out instructions. He ordered the girls from the party to keep their mouths shut about what happened tonight.
