Seraphina still refuted him subconsciously. "I didn't."
The moment the words left her mouth, Damian Fairchild reached out and yanked her up from the sofa.
Then, he started dragging Seraphina Quinn toward the outdoor parking area.
Damian Fairchild's strides were long, and Seraphina was forced to stumble along behind him.
She lost her footing and fell, her knee striking a stone. The pain made her let out a short, muffled grunt.
This forced Damian Fairchild to stop.
He turned back to look at the woman squatting on the ground, clutching her knee. His brow was tightly furrowed. "Where did you hit it?"
Seraphina could feel that her knee must have been scraped raw; otherwise, it wouldn't hurt so much.
Only after the sharp pain subsided did she slowly get to her feet.
Under the streetlight, the man's expression was as dark as water. His gaze held nothing but anger, not a hint of concern.
