Summer Thorne was already feeling uneasy, so when he suddenly kissed her, her entire body went rigid.
But this kiss from Timothy York was anything but a simple peck.
He pulled her into his embrace, showing almost no restraint as he moved to deepen the kiss.
Even though it was just the two of them in the conservatory, this was the Carrington estate, and it was by no means a private space.
'What if…'
Summer Thorne didn't dare let her thoughts stray any further.
So she didn't dare struggle and cause a scene, but she also couldn't let him take things further and do as he pleased.
After a moment of tension, Timothy York finally, slowly, pulled away from her lips, his gaze lowered to watch her.
His gaze was deep, his eyes dark and heavy with unspoken thoughts.
Summer Thorne was slightly out of breath. She looked up, meeting his gaze, her eyes tinged with a hint of reproach. "Why are you here?"
"Why? Shouldn't I have come?" Timothy York retorted.
