Almost at the same moment, both men rolled down their windows — one cold and imperious, the other genteel yet aloof.
Two icy gazes met in midair. The temperature around them plummeted to freezing.
Xavier Grayson's expression was frigid, his gaze razor-sharp. His voice carried a warning. "Know when to stop. Next time, you'll bear the consequences."
Under Xavier Grayson's stare, Liam Martin didn't flinch. His gaze was equally sharp as a blade — cold, laced with deep resentment and bitterness. "Xavier Grayson, you shouldn't have touched her."
Xavier Grayson's presence was like that of a tiger — even sitting still, he exuded an unspoken authority. "Remember this — she is my woman now. Unless I decide I don't want her, no one else may even think of her."
Under Liam Martin's bitter, resentf
