She had only taken a few steps before Yves Reginald grabbed her hand. "Wait!"
Feeling the warmth radiating from her wrist, Yvonne Wallace's heart skipped a beat. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"You're not leaving," Yves Reginald said, his voice a few shades deeper.
He had told her before—he wouldn't let her go, even if he had to tie her up.
The atmosphere grew tense. Just then, Seraphina Ashworth let out a soft laugh, the silvery sound breaking the silence. Yvonne Wallace turned toward the sound, and when her gaze landed on Seraphina, her eyes widened in astonishment.
'What a beautiful woman! Her features are so exquisite!'
Seraphina Ashworth took a few steps forward and shot Yves Reginald a teasing look. "Mr. Yves, you're going to scare her off like that. You're squeezing her hand so tightly it's about to turn red."
At her words, Yves Reginald subconsciously loosened his grip, though he didn't let go of Yvonne Wallace's hand.
