"Liam Yancey, don't you dare come over!" Tara Summer watched him walk in.
Standing still, her elegant eyebrows knitted tightly, she coldly warned again.
"If I do come over, what are you going to do to me?" Liam Yancey curled the corner of his lips, his handsome face filled with a wicked charm. He walked towards her step by step, and Tara Summer could only retreat.
Watching her be forced into the corner step by step, the man's smile was full of mischief. He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her hands, and pinned them above her head. His tall body pressed heavily against her, pinning her against the wall, leaving her unable to move.
"Let go!" Tara Summer remained still, glaring coldly at him, her gaze fierce.
"Are you really angry?" The man lowered his head, his high-bridged nose touching hers, his hot breath brushing against her cheek, tickling a little, yet making her even more irritated.
