When he opened his eyes again, the restraint there had sharpened his features into a cold bloodlust at the sight of the fresh, blistering scald. Outrage sliced through him wholly.
He jerked his head upward, staring at her, his expression so intense she felt petrified momentarily.
"You're not clumsy enough to let such an accident happen. So tell me, who did this to you? Was it from the incident at the company?" his voice was low and wavering with a compressed rage he was ready to unleash the moment he found a culprit.
Selina pressed her lips together, her hands clenching loosely. Seeing the raw violence simmering in Zane's eyes, she feared the truth. If she admitted this was the result of deliberate bullying—a "coffee accident" meant to humiliate her—it would trigger his most ruthless instincts.
She didn't want Zane to worsen the matter, not out of impulsiveness. Zane's controlled, cold-blooded nature was far more terrifying than simple impulsive rage.
