Harry stared at the woman in front of him, his gaze growing colder with every passing second.
He gritted his teeth, his voice rough with fury. "Tina, do you even know what you're doing?"
Tina's lips curved into a seductive smile as her fingers traced along his chest, her touch light and deliberate.
Her eyes lowered, and she began unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time. "Harry," she whispered sweetly, "let's be together. Let's have a child of our own."
As his shirt fell open, revealing the hard, tanned muscles of his chest, Tina's breath hitched.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached out to touch him, her eyes filled with desire.
But Harry, holding onto the last thread of his sanity, shoved her away. His movements were sharp, his voice filled with suppressed rage. "Get out!"
Tina crashed to the floor, her body trembling.
For a moment, she stayed still, then lifted her head with a fragile expression, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
