"Actually, I could have avoided it myself." She looked at his cuff, which had been stained crimson with red wine, feeling a bit embarrassed, and spoke hesitantly.
The man smiled slightly, raised his hand and gently brushed aside her bangs, "A girl's face is more important than my clothes."
The overly intimate gesture made Aldana Candi a bit nervous. She couldn't help but struggle a bit, trying to break free from his embrace, but the man's slender arm was firmly holding her waist.
"Philip Shaw..." She whispered, "Can you let me go?"
He lowered his eyes and laughed lightly, his eyes full of amusement, his elegant and handsome appearance could make every woman in the world blush with a fluttering heart.
A bodyguard came in from the corridor and escorted President King, who knew he had gotten himself into big trouble, out of the private room.
