"If you're going to talk, then talk. But please stay away from my boyfriend. I don't like other women getting too close to him."
Laura Lowell rested her hands on the table, her gaze toward Naomi Norwood laced with a hint of coldness.
The man on the sofa couldn't help but smile, the corners of his lips curving into a handsome arc.
'My girl is so cute when she's jealous.'
Naomi Norwood was forced to stop, her hands clenching into tight fists at her sides.
In her eyes, Laura Lowell's declaration of ownership was an insult—a provocation.
"If there's nothing else, please leave."
"Aiden, I'm begging you. Just help me this one time."
Naomi Norwood threw herself down at Aiden Shaw's feet, sobbing as if her heart was breaking. Tears streamed down her face as if they would never stop.
Just as Naomi Norwood's hand was about to touch Aiden Shaw, an icy aura emanated from the man, making the air around them drop a few degrees.
"Don't touch me."
