Vera truly had no idea where Victor Morgan got all his confidence. 'Does he really think every woman in the world wants to latch onto a man of his stature?'
Noticing the strange looks they were getting from people in the hallway, she could only bury her head in Victor Morgan's chest.
Her reward was a comment from him: "Making your move already?"
Vera lunged at his chest and bit down hard. The pain was so sharp that Victor almost dropped her.
In the end, he forced himself to endure it but couldn't help complaining, "What are you, a dog? How dare you bite me."
Vera revealed half of her face, her expression furious. "If you dare spout any more nonsense like that, I'll bite you to death."
Victor Morgan laughed. His smile was bright and relaxed, with an indescribable charm.
She had to admit, the man was gorgeous. His features were as if they had been meticulously sculpted, sharp and well-defined. Only his severe, sword-like brows gave him an unapproachable air.
