She was so focused on breaking free from his hold that she failed to notice his expression suddenly darken. At the same time, his grip tightened, pulling her even closer into his arms. With their chests pressed tightly together, Clara Grant felt like she was suffocating.
She looked up angrily, about to question him, when Seth Quinn lowered his head, his handsome face moving right in front of hers. His eyes were half-lidded, his voice deep and cold. "Break up? Who agreed to break up with you? Hm?"
'Didn't agree? True, he hadn't verbally agreed, but hadn't his actions already proven everything?'
Seeing her face flush red, held so tightly that she couldn't even manage a deep breath, Seth Quinn discreetly loosened his hold.
Clara Grant finally gasped a breath of fresh air. She hurriedly took a deep gulp, but before she could even catch her breath, Seth Quinn pulled her even tighter.
