Jasmine was stunned; she thought Maverick would refute her words.
She even thought about how to explain herself, but he shut down all further conversation with one sentence.
Jasmine slowly regained her composure, "I might have said too much. I just didn't want people around to be deceived, so I was reminding you, Sir."
The man had a clear hint of coldness between his brows, "What's it got to do with you?"
Knowing Maverick's mood was not pleasant, Jasmine lowered her head and spoke softly, "Sorry."
Jasmine's features were gentle, and now her delicate look made most men unable to bear blaming her.
"I don't like others talking about where my girlfriend is lacking. My people don't need you to question them." His voice was as icy as his warning was dangerous.
Immediately, an overwhelming sense of oppression spread.
