"Clever." Ethan Sterling gazed at her, his lips drawing nearer, almost about to kiss her.
"But you see so clearly, is it because you know me, or because of that boy from the Lynch Family?"
Ethan Sterling clasped Seraphina Redgrave's waist, enclosing her wholly in his embrace, his voice magnetic yet dangerous.
Seraphina Redgrave didn't move, just frowned at him: "I don't understand what you're saying."
Why did he suddenly start getting jealous in the middle of the conversation?
Ethan's grip on Seraphina's waist tightened, his lips touched her ear as he leisurely spoke: "He used to like you, and in danger, you thought of him first."
His investigation was indeed thorough.
Ethan's breath was scorching, making Seraphina's ears uncomfortably warm, so she reached out her hand to push him away: "There's nothing between Leo Lynch and me."
She understood what kind of person Ethan was; being rescued by him had categorized her as his personal possession.
