The man's palm slid down from her neck and landed on her left chest—the position of her heart.
Through her soft skin, he could clearly feel her heartbeat. Qian Xueying's heart was racing, her body trembling uncontrollably as she felt his hand on her.
"Why did you come to me?" Moses asked.
Qian Xueying hesitated for a moment before speaking softly, "It's... it was my father who sent me."
Moses raised his eyebrows slightly, "The Duke?"
"Yes. My father... you know, I... I owe the Locke Family a great deal. I... I couldn't refuse him." Qian Xueying took a deep breath, raised her face again and there was a flicker of light in her eyes, "I'm sorry, Mr. Moses."
She stepped back, hastily pulled up her dress to cover herself, and bowed deeply to him.
"I have disturbed you, I'll be leaving now!"
Picking up her bag, she took a few steps before hurrying back to pick up the invitation that had fallen on the ground.