Gustavo Yates shivered, his eyes darting around as if inadvertently glancing in Grayson Quinn's direction, but then he involuntarily shuddered again.
Grayson Quinn sat on the sofa, his posture lazy, with a faintly enchanting and profound gaze capturing his figure, a slight smile lingering at the corners of his mouth. He said nothing, yet his intentions were clearly written in his eyes.
This pervert! Pervert!
Gustavo Yates cursed inwardly, appearing to stand upright in a soldier's stance, his eyes seemingly focused on the screen but, in truth, he was frantically wishing he could flee the area under the gaze of that certain man.
No, from now on, he must stay away from Grayson Quinn! Unconditionally stay away, this guy is a madman, he always has been since the military days!
