He looked up at that exact moment, their gazes tangling together.
"It seems you've put a lot of effort into learning how to captivate men," he said coldly, his tone betraying neither pleasure nor anger.
Shalma Hughes stepped forward with a teacup. She didn't want to argue with him anymore. Those magazines weren't even hers; when Wendy Quinn had visited Aethelgard and stayed at her apartment, she had brought them over.
In a fit of rebellion, she played along with his assumption. "If I didn't put in the effort, how else would I capture your heart, Mr. Winslow?"
Hearing this, Julian Winslow shot her a look as deep and dark as a bottomless pool. Even hidden behind his glasses, she could feel the faint threads of anger within his eyes.
"So you approached me on purpose from the very beginning?" he asked.
She looked back at him, her beautiful eyes lifting slightly as she refused to show weakness. "Of course. I needed money back then. Desperately."
