Faye Vaughn turned around, her back to Vincent Hawthorne, and pointed to the pocket on her rear.
Vincent Hawthorne frowned, a hint of impatience on his face.
But instinctively, his gaze followed the direction she was pointing.
Round, pert, an exceptionally beautiful shape.
Vincent Hawthorne's eyes darkened, and he felt a growing sense of irritation.
She was trying to provoke him.
Even trying to seduce him.
"Second Young Master Hawthorne, are you going to search me or not?"
Faye Vaughn urged.
Vincent Hawthorne tore his gaze away. His handsome face was cold as he said in a deep voice, "There's no need. Just stay put in this house. My older brother won't find you."
Faye Vaughn spun around to face him again, a smile playing on her lips. "Isn't Second Young Master Hawthorne going to stay and keep me company?"
