Chapitre 95: I'm not a child, Lewis.

"This is what I meant when I said you might feel uncomfortable if I continue acting the way I want to, Devon. I am about to lose my mind, and I might just snap if you keep doing this."

His tone was low and their distance was close enough for her to get a whiff of his breath mixed with wine. Her hand tightened as she could hear the pounding of her heart in her ear.

"See?" Lewis' brows slightly creased as his jaw tightened. "You don't know what I can do and what I want to do, so don't provoke me." 

Lewis warned in a firm tone while his chest moved in and out heavily. Even right now, it took him a lot of self-control not to get blinded by his desire to shower her with his overwhelming affection.

"You…" Devon pursed her lips, studying his pair of menacing eyes as if he would kill anyone. "… look mad."

"I'm not, just a little frustrated." He clarified.

"To me?" she asked while raising both her brows, giving him that innocent look.