Two Reborn, One Throne novel Chapter 198

Yvonne Sargent arrived at the Azure Lounge and found Miles Yates fast asleep again. Without hesitating, she went to throw her glass of ice water directly at his face.

This time, she didn't succeed.

The moment she swung the glass, Miles snapped his eyes open, as if sensing the attack. In one fluid motion, he pinned Yvonne onto the sofa. With a sharp splash, the water Yvonne meant for him rained down on her own face.

She shrieked in fury, "Miles, do you want to die?"

Miles's eyes were slightly bloodshot. Shirtless, the lingering edge of his bad mood still evident, he ignored her self-inflicted misery. Instead, his fingers clamped around her throat. His voice was dangerously low. "Ms. Sargent, you love throwing ice water on people so much. How does it feel when it's on you?"

"Let me go! Have you completely lost your mind?"

Yvonne showed absolutely no fear, only escalating rage, but she couldn't break free from his grip.

Damn it, since when was he this strong?

"I said let me go. Do you want a beating?"

Yvonne ordered him, but Miles didn't comply. His hand remained tight on her neck while his striking eyes flared with dark intensity, his gaze slowly trailing downward.

Yvonne was dressed in her usual radiant, sophisticated style.

With deliberate slowness, his long fingers untied the bow at her collar. As he undid her buttons one by one, the words Lucian had spoken to him yesterday echoed violently in his mind.

Yvonne had never seen him like this. The man hovering over her felt like a demon ready to devour her. She raised her glass, aiming straight for his head.

Miles swatted it away effortlessly, pinning both of her wrists above her head with a single hand. The stark reality of a man fully awake and dangerously close became a blatant threat.

Her pupils shrank drastically, but her mouth twisted into a sneer. "Feeling that lonely, Miles?"

"I'm not one of your paid models. You think I'm going to help you get off? Do you really think you're worthy?"

The crushing pressure Miles exerted suddenly shifted. "Ms. Sargent..."

"What? Are you going to ask why you're not worthy? Miles, do you actually think you belong here? Don't forget, you are nothing but a lapdog my father assigned to me to protect the Sargent family's reputation."

"With the pathetic foundation the Yates Group has, the second you piss me off, I can have my father rip up our engagement."

Yvonne shoved him back. Their position on the sofa was incredibly compromising, but she was completely utterly dismissive.

She stood up, pulling the shirt he had just unbuttoned down past her waist, her mocking smile utterly mesmerizing. "I'll give you one chance. Come on. I dare you to take me."

She stepped into his space, turning the tables as she pushed him down onto the sofa.

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