Chapter 47 Indeed, one should not get too close to a man like Brady
This was the first time that Brady had forced Violet into a corner in the restroom with such dominance. His posture was ambiguous yet carried an innate regal dominance and a tremendous pressure that made every woman tremble, as if a fine-meshed net instantly enveloped Violet, suffocating her.
Indeed, one should not get too close to a man like Brady. It was too dangerous.
"Mr. Hall, I don't know what you're talking about," Violet calmed herself, suppressing the astonishment and some fear towards him, trying to remain calm.
She looked up at him and asked, "What are you saying?"
"What am I saying? Don't you know?" Brady's deep gaze fell directly into her beautiful pupils, as if trying to absorb her completely.
Violet trembled again and instinctively bit her lower lip.
"Mr. Hall, I really don't know."
"Heh, stop pretending." Brady's tone suddenly turned harsh, and he moved closer to Violet as if he were a great mountain.
They were so close that they were just a step away from embracing each other.
Pressing against the wall behind her, Violet still didn't understand the meaning behind his sudden questioning.
Blinking, she forced herself to speak calmly, "Mr. Hall, I'm not pretending. I really don't know why you... why you are saying this."
"Are you really not pretending?" Brady's gaze grew colder. He lifted his hand and gripped Violet's chin, trying to turn her face towards him so that her eyes met his. "Don't you have any idea why my grandma invited you for lunch?"
Violet paused for a moment, then understood why he was treating her like this.
So, he thought she deliberately went to have dinner with his grandma, right?
Indeed... her previous guess was correct.
This man, Brady, despised her, so as long as there was even a small connection between the two of them, he would doubt her.
"Mr. Hall, I didn't. Your grandmother took the initiative to invite me for lunch today," Violet calmly responded.
Looking at the man she had secretly loved for a long time, Violet explained each word with a lifeless tone, "If you don't believe me, you can ask your grandmother."
"Also, it wasn't my idea to design hats for her, I was just following my superior's request."
Violet spoke her words one by one, taking a pause for a few seconds before saying, "Mr. Hall, could you please let go of me?"
However, Brady didn't want to release her. His thin lips moved, and his fingers pinched her soft chin. He dangerously leaned closer to her beautiful face, scrutinizing her like a hunter, and with a deep voice, he asked, "Is it true?"
In the midst of their conversation, the strong scent of mint-flavored tobacco from this man's lips instantly penetrated Violet's nostrils like a ghost.
She clearly didn't like the smell of smoke.
But this man's scent unexpectedly smelled good.
Unconsciously, Violet's body trembled. She didn't understand why he had to get so close to her when asking a question. Didn't he dislike her?
Couldn't he create a bit of distance and have a proper conversation?
"Of course, it's true." Violet said slowly with bated breath. "Mr. Hall, could you please let me go? If you don't want me here, I'll go back and tell your grandmother that something came up."
"What's the rush?" Brady said, gazing at her intensely.
Why did this woman make him want to kiss her so damn badly?
Brady realized that he was becoming slightly addicted to her scent and to the sight of her red lips, to the point where he had an impulse to forcefully kiss her.
This impulse shattered his rationality and made him forget that she was the woman who had plotted against him.
His mind was suddenly filled with a flash of white light.
All that remained was a single thought.
To passionately kiss those red lips.
To kiss them until they turned swollen, filling her mouth with nothing but his essence.
Of course, when Brady became aware of this thought, he felt a bit insane.
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