Matthew Saxon's hand waved a few times in front of her eyes, each time just as she was about to snatch the phone, it suddenly moved to another place.
He seemed to find it amusing to tease her like this, squinting his eyes slightly, with great interest in watching her anxiously go frantic, yet being helpless against him.
A faint fragrance wafted to his nose, her hair occasionally swept across his face, like feathers brushing over his heart.
Initially, Matthew Saxon thought it was just fun teasing her, but moments later, his gaze suddenly changed, he stopped his actions, squinted his long and narrow eyes and looked at her with a peculiar expression.
Meanwhile, someone still focused on snatching the phone hadn't yet realized that danger was already approaching.
