The man's teasing tone made Adele's cheeks burn. She frowned and tried to break away from him. "I put the things on the table, Mr. Yusuf..."
Damon refused to let go. His arms wrapped around her waist like iron welding, firmly controlling her range.
"Don't move."
Damon's face suddenly darkened. When he said these two serious words, Adele immediately stopped struggling and looked at him with wide eyes.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. The two of them looked at each other, and all their feelings were transmitted between their eyebrows. They became more and more thick, and it was difficult to remove them.
For some reason, Adele's body suddenly felt a little hot, and his breathing became much faster.
Sensing the subtle change in the woman, Damon's heart moved, and his eyes sank. His gaze moved down and swept over her white neck.