"Ayi~!" Anna gasped when Daniel suddenly yanked her closer, stumbling right into his chest.
Her eyes widened in shock, but what startled her even more was the mischievous glint shimmering in his dark eyes.
"Daniel, what kind of behavior is this? Are you still intoxicated?" she demanded, wriggling in his hold, her palms pressed against his chest.
But Daniel didn't budge. His grip remained firm, his touch steady and deliberate.
Whatever Kira had blurted out moments ago wasn't something he could just ignore—not when it hinted at truths he had long suspected. Moreover, she'd confirmed that Anna's mother had indeed visited her.
"No," Daniel said finally, his tone low and calm, though his eyes gleamed with something dangerous. "I'm not intoxicated anymore. But if you truly planned on drugging me somehow…" He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing her cheek, "…I don't think I'd mind."
