The man stood up from the sofa.
With long arms and legs, he took a few steps towards her and stood in front of her.
The faint scent of hormones from the man was so close that Daisy Ginger's breath caught. She looked up at his face with a wary expression.
"Don't understand?" He chuckled lightly, reached out, and pinched her jaw, leaning in slightly, trapping her in a position where she had nowhere to escape, enveloping her in his shadow. "Being touched by someone you don't like is such a disgusting thing, you don't understand?"
There was already a dangerous cold light in his eyes.
Daisy Ginger felt a slight suffocation, thinking about him and Charlotte Smith.
In essence, this matter really had nothing to do with her, but she had admitted it back then in order to divorce him, and now to deny it in front of him, he probably wouldn't believe it.
Daisy Ginger looked away, but he clasped her chin and forced it back, making her have to meet his dark eyes.
