Chapter 140 The Woman I Want Can't Get Away
Brady Hall was rendered speechless by the whole matter.
But he didn't care to elaborate on these trivial issues and dragged Violet Devereux into the luxurious Bentley.
Once the driver had shut the car doors, Brady immediately lowered the partition between the driver's seat and the back, instantaneously creating a secluded private space amidst the dim interior lighting and a subtle scent of sandalwood.
An air of intimacy emanated within the confined space.
Violet Devereux wanted to get out of the car, but realized the doors were locked and the vehicle had started moving. Any attempt to leave would be futile.
She sat rigidly at the edge of the seat, mildly infuriated, and said, "Mr. Hall, do you ever consider anyone else's feelings?"
She wouldn't have been this irritated if she wasn't at her limit—usually, she would have tried to endure.
With a soft chuckle, Brady Hall didn't wish to acknowledge that he had indeed been inconsiderate and simply stated, "You won't have any more issues with Leana bothering you. There's nothing for you to worry about."
At that, Violet Devereux gave him a glance, then slowly responded, "Thank you, Mr. Hall, though it would be best if you didn't seek me out at all."
His absence would ensure no problems—none of those women would trouble her.
Saying that, of course, meant offending Brady Hall.
Yet at that moment, he surprisingly wasn't angry.
Even her stubborn look stirred a ghostly desire within him to conquer.
The car was shrouded in darkness, lit only by the solemn glow of streetlights outside, casting her profile in a hauntingly delicate beauty. Indeed, the young Miss Devereux of the prominent Devereux family was ravishing.
Brady Hall watched her intently, a strange feeling rising within him.
This feeling, coupled with the liquor he had consumed, provoked the raw, primal urges of a man. Brady's deep eyes darkened as his towering frame leaned in, enveloping the petite figure of Violet Devereux. His fingers brushed through her thick hair, caressing it gently, his husky voice infused with a sexy rasp, "Where did she hit you?"
Their closeness was so charged with intimacy that a mere tilt of their chins would bring their lips together.
Caught off guard, Violet instinctively pushed against his firm chest, barely covered by a thin white shirt, and quickly denied, "It's nothing, I'm fine."
"Be serious... Think about it, hm?" Brady's fingers continued to stroke her hair, his tone soothing and magnetic like the deep notes of a cello, "Being mine won't leave you shortchanged—you'll have a house, money, whatever you need."
Brady spoke slowly, the real touch of his fingertips on Violet's hair sending a jolt through her.
Indeed, Brady Hall was a man of command.
Despite his icy demeanor, his appeal was undeniable.
No wonder so many women were smitten.
But Violet Devereux was clear-headed; she knew he just wanted a woman to warm his bed on demand.
And she wasn't interested.
No amount of temptation could sway her.
Violet clenched her heart and firmly rejected him, "Mr. Hall, your offer is tempting, and I'm sure many women would take it. But I'm not interested."
"What do you want?" Brady's gaze delved deeply into that of the woman he held close, barely restraining the urge to kiss her wildly.
To take it further.
What more could she want?
She just wanted him to be far, far away!
Just like he had once coldly told her in bed!
Facing this domineering man, Violet found the courage from somewhere to say, "Mr. Hall, I'd like you to keep your distance, can you do that?"
After all, by saying this, she'd either be forced to resign, which she was ready to accept, or it might anger him enough to leave her be.
After all, he was New York's most eligible bachelor.
Surely he wouldn't persist with unwanted advances?
Violet Devereux had misunderstood Brady Hall. He was the type of man who, unless engaged, would seem indifferent and never clingy. But once something sparked his interest, he was relentless in pursuit.
After Violet's declaration, a low and alluring chuckle escaped Brady's lips. He leaned in, his breath warm against her delicate ear as he whispered, “Let's see about that. When I want a woman, she doesn't get away.”
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