Seraphina Quinn's eyes turned red, and her voice trembled with rage. "Brock, throw him out!"
Jericho Hawthorne felt Seraphina Quinn's reaction was overly intense.
Before Brock Quinn could come over and throw him out, he confronted Seraphina Quinn.
"What's with the strong reaction? You've done one shameless thing after another, but you can't stand to have anyone mention it?"
As Seraphina Quinn swung her arm to strike him again, Jericho Hawthorne's reflexes were faster, and he caught her by the wrist.
The skin of her wrist was as delicate as porcelain, even softer than he had imagined.
The pad of Jericho Hawthorne's thumb couldn't resist caressing her skin a few times. But the thought that she had cheated on him quickly surfaced, and his grip tightened, pinching Seraphina Quinn and making her wince.
Pain shot through Seraphina Quinn's wrist, and her eyes instantly welled with tears.
