Chapter 69: His Trap

Adeline could not look away from him. His eyes were narrowed, sharp, cold, and livid. There was no warmth, no humor, no amusement. He was truly furious. One wrong word could tip him off. For once, she felt like an enemy, a horrible person. But he was the one who had pulled up her dress without warnings. Why did he do that?

"Tell me," he growled in a deep voice.

The hair on her nape and arms stood up, as goosebumps speckled through her skin. A shiver shot down her spine. She had never heard him address her like this, in a venomous voice that made her tremble.

"T-the t-the—"

"Breathe."

Adeline's breath was caught in her throat. How could she dare to breathe in a situation like this? He had a murderous glint on his refined features. He was devastatingly beautiful. 

"M-M—"

"Breathe." This time, it was an undefiant command. He was not going to take a no for an answer.