"It's not up to Winslow to decide who she belongs to. The key is her. Even if Winslow can trap her physically, how could he possibly imprison her heart?" Jasper Hawthorne said with absolute certainty.
Julian Winslow had never been easily provoked. He merely raised the wine glass in his hand in a toast and said, "Then let's wait and see, Hawthorne."
Having stepped out of the private room, Shalma Hughes naturally had no idea that the two men inside, despite harboring their own ulterior motives, were still posing as upright gentlemen.
In the restroom, after washing her hands, Shalma took her lip gloss from her bag and reapplied it. She pressed her lips together, and once she was sure it was applied evenly, she prepared to leave. However, the moment she turned around, she bumped directly into someone.
"Ah! I'm sorry."
