The man took off his jacket, his devilish eyes fixed on the woman without blinking.
The woman's lips turned pale with fear, but she refused to back down. "Jason Lockwood, you'd better not try anything, or I swear I'll cripple you!"
Jason Lockwood suppressed a laugh and continued to unbuckle his belt, pulling it free from the loops.
This time, Jasmine Warren was genuinely terrified.
'Is he going to beat a confession out of me???'
'Oh my God, I must have been out of my mind to provoke a man as terrifying as the devil himself.'
Holding the belt in one hand, Jason Lockwood moved toward the bed. Jasmine Warren squeezed her eyes shut and scrambled backward.
Suddenly, Jason Lockwood straightened up. He stared at the woman huddled and trembling on the bed, the smile at the corners of his mouth deepening. "Tomboy, don't tell me you thought I was going to... do *that* to you, did you?"
"Huh?" Jasmine Warren's eyes flew open in shock.
