Chapter 157 I never shortchange the women in my life
"Mr. Hall, let go of me! Didn't you invite me over for breakfast?" Violet Devereux struggled, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, as she tried to push away from Brady Hall's strong embrace.
But a woman's strength often pales in comparison.
Especially now, as his powerful arms held her tightly, she felt imprisoned in his grasp.
Her delicate form pressed against his firm chest, a dangerously stirring sensation.
His eyes, deep as the ocean, lit up at the sight of her. What kind of spell did this woman hold over him that he couldn't bear to let her go the moment he embraced her?
When had he not noticed this enchantment before?
Brady Hall thought as he held her even tighter.
He wanted to hold her close, unrelenting in his embrace.
But his grip only brought them closer.
In their close proximity, Violet became acutely aware of his physique pressing against her... Her ears suddenly flared with heat.
As she continued to struggle against his constraints, she pleaded softly, "Mr. Hall, would you please let go?"
"What perfume are you wearing today?" Brady Hall had no intention of loosening his hold, his embrace intensifying, his voice sensually tense as he leaned closer to her lips, nearly seizing a kiss: "It's sweet, like vanilla."
He must have caught the scent of milk on her. She hadn't fully weaned yet, and the fragrance lingered on her.
Desperate not to let him discover anything, her struggles intensified. But the more she fought, the tighter Brady clung to her, even pinching her delicate chin between two fingers, his lips inching closer. It was only a breath away from a kiss: "Ms. Devereux, consider my offer, seriously... You won't regret it. If you want it, the condo's yours."
"Do you have any idea how much this place is worth? I don't shortchange my women. So, what do you say, hmm?"
As if she'd care for his condo. Violet Devereux wasn't that kind of woman, and his insinuations were utterly insulting. Overpowered by his strength, she had no choice but to step hard on his foot, using all her might.
Taken by surprise, Brady Hall finally released her.
Finding a moment of reprieve, Violet Devereux quickly stepped back. She clutched her collar and gazed anxiously at the man before her. Even now, Brady Hall exhibited an almost regal composure. Unable to contain her fury, she glared at him and firmly rejected his advance, "Mr. Hall, could you please show some respect in the future?"
"I've told you many times, I won't agree to it."
"Don't you think it's time to find a father figure for the kids? You shouldn’t give Henry a hard time, you know?" Brady Hall knew she wouldn't consent, but he was confident in his ability to make her yield to his power. He showed no trace of annoyance as he casually adjusted his pajamas and calmly said.
Find a father?
Violet Devereux paused for a moment, realizing Brady Hall's reputation in New York was well-earned. His words were a trap you could fall into without even realizing it.
She almost blurted out, "Henry and the others don't need a father."
But she regained her composure, "Mr. Hall, Henry has a father. Their parents are busy abroad." She took a deep breath, "Thank you, Mr. Hall, for your concern for my cousin's children."
With a light chuckle, Brady Hall didn’t press further. This woman was tougher than he expected. "Wait for me in the living room while I get changed."
"Alright." Seeing that he dropped the topic of Henry, Violet grasped the garment bag with her dress and quickly headed to the living room to wait.
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