Kingsly Scott gazed at Rachel Foster's cold face, and after a long moment, a slight smile played on his lips, "If I don't let go of you, what do you think I'll do next?"
His gaze, a hint of coldness, made her face pale.
In that second, Kingsly released Rachel. The interest on his handsome face moments ago faded, and he walked away.
Suddenly, she felt a chill emanating from him, spreading through her body.
He had already moved to the room's liquor cabinet, pouring red wine into two glasses.
After a few moments of daze, Rachel returned to reality, turned the doorknob, and prepared to leave.
However, his voice came from the liquor cabinet, unhurried, "If you want Jackson to see us sleeping in separate rooms tomorrow, feel free to walk out of this room now."
Rachel froze, her steps halting.
