"I'm planning to visit the orphanage."
Calista suddenly spoke, tapping the silver spoon against the fine china cup. The crisp sound echoed as the dark coffee reflected the sharp lines of the man's jaw. After donating a million dollars yesterday, Angel Orphanage had no reason to turn down her "visit."
"You know…"
Baldwin leaned in, his cool scent lingering at the tip of her nose. "I never stop you from doing anything—"
As he spoke, his hand covered hers, his warmth seeping through her skin.
"—as long as you don't put this body in danger."
His thumb brushed against her lips in a slow, teasing motion, making them turn an even deeper shade of red. "After all, some scars… can only be marked by me."
Calista swatted his hand away and flipped the silver spoon, pressing it against his throat
