Stella's POV:
I struggled with all my might, but his hand was like an iron clamp. No matter how I writhed, I couldn't budge. His face was dark, like a gathering storm, his demeanor chilling. At this rate, my jaw would be dislocated.
Suddenly, he laughed, a fleeting, superficial laugh that didn't reach his eyes. "Don't get any ideas. What doesn't belong to you, don't covet. Otherwise, you'll be the one who ends up looking bad!"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry, I'll keep my heart safe. You, however, Mr. Laurent, had better stop doing things that cause misunderstandings. It would be truly embarrassing if people thought that you, the esteemed Mr. Laurent, had fallen for a murderer like me!"
He scoffed coldly. "Cut the crap. Just keep your heart to yourself!"
Our gazes locked,
