บท 257: Whisk Me Away

Gael swallowed at the warning in Angela's voice. He probably overdid it, and it was childish, but he couldn't help it.

Then with the fakest laugh he'd ever heard of her, she pinched his cheeks—a little too harshly and mixed with vengeance. She exclaimed, "Isn't he the cutest?"

He masked the soreness with a chuckle as he massaged his face. Damn, this woman was strong. He was sure it would bruise later.

Most of the women on the table widened their eyes at the gesture he just made. Lyra, who was all smiles and smug just a minute ago, now had daggers in her eyes. She turned green with jealousy. 

A blank check and a black credit card? 'Who does that?' Angela wondered. Apparently, Gael.

"What are you doing?" she muttered under gritted teeth.

His hot breath tickled her skin when he leaned to whisper, giving her goosebumps all over. "Live a little, Angel. You gonna let them look down on you? They've pretty much ignored you the whole time."