Just as Catherine approached Bert's car, he stepped out, her bag pinched between his fingers.
It was a small black chain purse—dainty and compact. In his large hand, it looked even smaller. He leaned casually against the car, eyes slightly narrowed as he waited for her to come closer.
Dressed in dark, cool tones, he looked even more severe beneath the night sky. His features were deep and striking—handsome, yes, but also carrying a sharp undercurrent that was impossible to ignore.
Catherine braced herself and walked toward him, her gaze fixed on her bag.
"Thank you…"
Out of courtesy, she murmured her thanks and reached for the purse—only for him to lift his hand abruptly, letting her grasp nothing but air.
Catherine glared up at him.
"What are you doing?"
"You want to take something back from me. Shouldn't you pay a price for it?"
He toyed with her purse with lazy ease, looking down at her with a teasing glint.
