She'd interacted with Elliot Sheridan a few times and knew he had a short temper. If she barged in rashly, she'd definitely make him angry.
So she just stood at the door, shamelessly pressing her ear to the wood to eavesdrop.
Georgia Thorne kept her eyes shut tight until a voice sounded by her ear. "Relax. Your sister won't come in."
Georgia Thorne opened her eyes to see Elliot Sheridan's face just inches away. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she was at a bit of a loss.
Then she jumped out of his arms. "How did you know?"
'Amanda is obsessed with Elliot Sheridan; she'd never be able to stand seeing the man she adores with another woman.'
"She wouldn't dare."
Georgia Thorne looked up at him, at his indifferent expression, his dark eyes filled with a frosty chill.
'Seeing him smile, how could I have forgotten his cold side?'
The titles others gave this man weren't just "the most sought-after man in all of Portmire," but also "the most cold-blooded."
