Chapter 93

Looking at those cold eyes, her heart couldn’t help but race.

Eleanor subconsciously shifted her gaze away, only to notice that his hand was gripping her waist. He must have lifted her from the sofa by pinching the waist earlier.

Now, half–leaning back on the sofa, with him leaning over her, their positions seemed a bit intimate.

She reached out her soft hand, trying to push him away, but as soon as her hand touched his shirt sleeve, he coldly scolded, “Don’t touch me!”

Startled, Eleanor froze and didn’t dare to move any further.

She obediently withdrew her hand and looked puzzled at the hand that held her waist.

She wasn’t allowed to touch him, yet he kept touching her time and time again. This man was really making.

no sense!

not look at him and could only lower her head, softly asking, “Mr.

little, not knowing if it was out of fear

the men’s suit jacket still draped

it up, throwing

bin, Eleanor’s face changed slightly, “Did you come to see

jacket on her, Bernard’s action of throwing

should leave her alone, why bully her like

angered inside, she plucked up the courage to push him hard before standing up from the sofa and trying to walk out of the lounge. But Bernard grabbed her and pulled her

the impact causing tears to almost burst out.

man who imprisoned her in his

there was a hint of anger, “Why

been holding back for a long time before asking the

gradually.

confused. What

gripped

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