Maverick Knight carried Aurora Blaine back to the apartment next door.
He placed her on the sofa.
His unique scent lingered around her from the coat.
Aurora released it, and the large coat draped over her shoulders fell off.
She finally had the chance to quickly button up her shirt.
Feeling aggrieved and unwilling, she kicked the man before her lightly but with frustration and complained fiercely, "You scoundrel!"
One kick didn't feel satisfying enough, so she kicked him again.
This time, Maverick Knight caught her ankle, his eyes growing darker and more profound, dangerously so in the night.
The man's voice was hoarse, tinged with a warning, "Aurora, don't provoke me."
Facing such a gaze, Aurora was momentarily stunned.
Her feet were rather cool, his palm warm and completely opposite, the warmth gradually transmitted.
Having never eaten pork, but she's seen pigs run.
Aurora gulped, having wanted to kick him several times a few seconds ago but now dared not say anything.
