My Sweet Seduction novel Chapter 37

HE CHUCKLED SEXILY, then shook his head. I tasted to convey that I was no longer interested in what he had to say.

“You make it sounds so easy, huh?” he said sharply.

Panic flashed across my eyes. Trying desperately to hide my feelings, and composed myself and smiled vigorously.

“Yes,” I muttered.

I was shocked when he dropped the glass he was holding in front of me. His eyes glistened in the dark, and it made my heart tremble.

He nods after a long dying moment.

“The wedding doesn’t have a schedule yet, maybe next year, or it depends on my mood,” he said after shrugging.

My lips twitched at the drawn pain.

“Or maybe, it won’t continue.”

I lift my chin immediately so his eyes met mine. His facial expression still does not change. It was always dark and emotionless.

“Let’s go find some other place to talk,” he said with authority.

To my great surprise, I did not immediately recover. He quickly touched my wrist to stand up. At the same time as I took a step, my heart beats fast.

I could not struggle, even though I knew he was just slowing down as we made our way out. We just continue to walk until we reach an ancestral house.

He just let go of my hand when we got inside. I glance around at my surrounding, as before, I could not help but marvel at what I saw.

The windows were wide to provide maximum fresh air and sunlight. The top floor has a floating stairway. The polished floor is really stunning with excellent wood.

I remained silent, unable to process the wave of emotions overwhelming me. I want to close my eyes to what I saw, but I restrained myself and violently turned to Lawrence.

“What are we doing here?!” I immediately opened my mouth, and now he is in front of the counter table made of smooth planks.

“Let’s have a drink first.”

He swirled the wine bottle sexily and immediately stepped closer to me with all his might. I couldn’t help but stare as the distance between the two of us narrowed.

He stopped a few steps away from me. The scent of his cologne drifts in through my nostrils, a scent I’m quickly becoming addicted to.

“Here, drink it,” he ordered huskily.

I accepted the glass but was unable to drink. I saw him sweeping the last drop of wine passionately. For a second, I stood frozen, hypocritical. If his eyes had not returned to me, I would not blink.

I slowly sipped on the glass of wine and rack my brain, thinking of a topic for conversation.

“Uh, your wine is good,” I murmured.

He lowered down his head and gaze at me intently. “It’s a blackberry wine. Actually, this is one of my favorites.”

I nodded, not wanting to escalate the issue I opened up to.

“Thanks, but I have to go, Mr. Saavedra. Maybe Peter is already looking for me.”

He obviously did not like what he heard. His brows furrowed as his mouth turned grim.

“I don’t like him for you!” he cursed sharply.

I cocked my brows in surprise, wanting to deny his dark stare but to be amazed at what I saw.

“Break up with him. He is not good for you.” His face was still warm, even his tone gentler than usual.

“What?!” I said hoarsely.