A waiter behind Travis, carrying a tray filled with wine, wore a grateful look towards Sabrina.
"Your way of shaking hands is quite unique."
Travis's deep eyes revealed a hint of playful smile.
As his cool fingertips lightly tapped her waist, he intensified his interest in the woman before him.
"I was merely concerned that he might bump into you."
Sabrina's lips curved into an impeccable smile as she released Travis's hand.
In the next moment, Travis raised an eyebrow as he glanced behind.
The waiter from earlier had long disappeared, freezing Sabrina's smile in an instant.
The atmosphere suddenly grew tense, and Sabrina felt embarrassed.
Although this was her intention, it seemed that the process was not quite as she had anticipated.
Would tomorrow's headline read, "A b***h Bold
