"Oh, my God! It's hard to believe that such a handsome man exists in the real world," Freya thought.
"Have you seen enough?" The man's cold eyes narrowed, and his voice rumbled lowly from his throat.
His Adam's apple moved as he spoke, emanating a natural regal presence that seemed to consume the very air around them, leaving Freya breathless.
She shook her head and voiced discomfort, saying, "Sir, you're gripping my hand too tightly. It's hurting me."
The man's hand, larger and warmer than her own, held her small hand firmly, causing Freya to frown in displeasure due to the pain.
He looked down at her delicate face from his taller stance, ensuring she wasn't injured before releasing her hand. The tight grip left a slight blush on her hand.
Glaring at Freya with anger, Ethan rolled
