Tiana Thorne leisurely looked at her, her seductive eyes drifting like silk.
But in them, there was a coldness that pierced the heart.
Oh ho.
She even started insulting her.
Tiana moved slightly, just about to stand up.
Suddenly, Aiden Shaw stretched out his long arm and pulled her in, his fingers tightening, signaling her not to move.
Tiana was momentarily stunned, lowering her gaze to look at him. His deep, chiseled features were enveloped in a chilling air, without a trace of warmth, yet the temperature of his palm was scorchingly hot, almost unreal.
Clearly holding her, but still exuding a cold, ascetic aura.
Indeed, it is precisely men like this who are more alluring.
At the same time, Dulcie Warren felt a fear, a genuine inward terror.
Just a look left her at a loss, trying her best to speak with a sweet and warm voice, mimicking that woman's tone: "Aiden, I..."
"Shut up."
Aiden Shaw interrupted her, his voice deeply indifferent.
