"Elara Don, if you don't want to have any more ties with a man, you should stay away from him. Don't give others false hope! Or do you want to play hard to get?"
Damon Hawke slowly approached Elara Don, his tall figure exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.
Elara couldn't help but take two steps back, her body instantly pressing against the wall.
She quickly pushed against his chest and said angrily, "Mr. Hawke, does your house sit by the seaside? Why are you meddling so much?"
The woman's charming face flushed slightly; it was hard to tell whether it was from anger or embarrassment.
Damon Hawke clasped her hands and pinned them against the wall, "Angry because you're embarrassed?"
The man's dark eyes focused deeply, reflecting her small figure.
Their proximity was so close that he only needed to lean forward slightly to touch her lips.
Elara's charming face turned deep red, and she struggled forcefully, "Who's angry and embarrassed? Damon Hawke, let go of me!"
