At that moment, there wasn't a trace of pain in Cole's eyes.
It was blatant provocation.
'He'd almost fallen for Julian Ford's trick!'
'If Julian Ford could play the victim, so could he!'
Julian Ford watched Cole's masterful "performance" and the hand wrapped tightly around Josie Quinn's waist. His expression instantly darkened, like the surface of the sea before a storm.
He had never expected the man to have such a cunning and adaptable side. He was far more difficult to deal with than he had anticipated.
"Cece…" Julian Ford started to say something…
"Cece…" But Cole cut in, his voice even weaker and more pitiful. He took Josie's hand, guiding it slowly across his firm abdomen. "Here… and here… It hurts…"
To make it more convincing, he even controlled his breathing, making it faint and shallow.
"Then I'll help you back to your room to rest and see how you are," Josie said, her eyes scanning his face.
