Yesterday, he also attended the dinner party, so all those ambiguous marks on Avery Jane were left by him, but he could clearly sense Avery's fear and resistance.
Joshua Hughes didn't step forward, his tall figure still standing in place, his sharp eyes piercing through Beckett Wright, watching the small figure curled up on the beige sofa.
She had changed into light-colored clothes that suited her well, making her look like a little dream doll. This must have been chosen by Beckett Wright for her, right?
Avery matched his gaze, deep and cold, holding her in a grasp that left her breathless, almost suffocating.
Such eyes kept her restless even in her dreams.
Now this man's calmness was beyond his expectations, but Avery deeply understood one point: the calmer he behaved, the more he hid his true temper, the more terrifying he became.
