"Do you actually like him?"
Celine was taken aback by that question. She didn't want to dwell on why he suddenly asked her that.
Raising an eyebrow, she replied, "I don't think that concerns you at all."
He suddenly took a step closer to her, the sudden movement towards her brought a whiff of his expensive perfume which had a sharp, woody scent, a fragrance that oozed dominance, just like him. Celine took a step backwards to avoid him, close proximity with him was something she had to avoid.
His gaze flicked down to the distance between them, the displeasure in his eyes mounting before he warned her in a stern tone. "Stay away from him."
"You have no right to tell me what to do." She said, despite the expression in his eyes beginning to look quite frightening.
There was anger... perhaps rage even, but why?
What exactly was he doing here, was it really just to take her back to work?
