Jeorge Milton moved his head to the side, his dark eyes gleaming at her.
She reached out to reclaim her hand, but he gripped it hard, like if she didn't exist. Your hand is so cold, why don't you wear it more? "
That tone was gentle, as if he really cared.
Ava stared at him, puzzled.
Since she couldn't get away, she decided to let him hold her and rest while looking out the window.
They didn't chat much till he arrived at the hotel.
Despite her best efforts to shake him off, he took her hand and strode into the hotel, despite her fears.
He didn't glance at her until he was in front of the suite's door andsaid, "Your hands are drenched. What makes you nervous? "
The suite door opened before she could respond.
Ava was astonished to find a few men in the room, and Feru opened the do
