His raised hand trembled slightly before landing on her slender waist and tightening slowly.
Dressed in a champagne-colored silk gown, Sierra felt the heat of his palm. She froze momentarily, realizing how bold her actions had been.
In a panic, she tried to pull away from his embrace, but the strong hand around her waist held her even tighter.
She looked up and locked eyes with him. Their gazes met, and his deep, dark eyes were like an endless pool of ink, unreadable.
The air thickened with unspoken tension. It was so quiet that even the drop of a pin could be heard. Suddenly, her phone rang inside her bag, shattering the stillness.
Sierra hurriedly fumbled for her phone to silence the call, but the sound had already reached outside.
"Sierra, I heard that! You're in there! Come out now!" Benson's voice was filled with barely restrained anger.
Sierra frowned slightly and replied coldly, "I've nothing to say to you. I don't want to see you."
Benson's handsome face turned red with rage at her response. "You pushed Sophie and left without a word. Now, come out and apologize to her, or I'll never forgive you!"
Sierra let out a bitter laugh, though her eyes betrayed her with tears that welled up but didn't fall.
Theo's brow furrowed. His pale gray eyes seemed encased in frost, shadowed by a cold, burning fury that refused to melt.
Sierra lowered her head, trying desperately to hold back the tears threatening to spill. She took a deep breath, steadied her throat, and raised her head.
"It was Sophie who grabbed my hand first. I won't apologize. Think whatever you want."
Sure enough, when Benson saw the redness and scrapes on her hand, his anger deepened.
In Benson's eyes, Sierra had truly crossed the line.
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