A bitter smile flickered at the corners of Phoebe's mouth, her eyes dimming in response.
"What's the matter? Is your lover gone, and now your heart aches?" Alexander growled, annoyance lacing his voice. He yanked Phoebe's slender frame closer, gripping her wrist tightly enough to almost break it, clearly indicating her distress.
"Behave yourself... and stop with that annoying expression. Smile for me... got it?"
Did the icy glint in his eyes hurt her?
Smile? He wanted her to smile?
The tense atmosphere was interrupted by a loud voice.
"Alex, long time no see..." A man in his late forties approached, a renowned arms dealer.
"Monroe. What a pleasure..." Alexander replied with a light laugh, narrowing his eyes as he lifted his wine glass in greeting.
"Cheers."
"It's my honor... Hahah
