“Go back to your room. Leave the mess.” Liam regarded Amber shrewdly, appraising her shabby, faded night dress.
Mia had been observing Liam’s expression since Amber appeared, alarmed by his unwavering and intense gaze at Amber’s sleep dress and her tempting body shapes.
Liam was never lecherous. On the contrary, he was self-restrict, almost to the degree of asceticism.
Surrounded by all kinds of beautiful women since childhood, he showed little interest. But the way he fixed his gaze at Amber…
Startled by this finding, Mia clutched to Liam’s arm, staring at Amber in an amiable smile: “You are Miss Currie, right? I heard him talked about the deal. Rest assured. My Liam is a good man of his words. He will never touch you even without the contract. Do make yourself at home here. Both of you will be free when the rumors abate.”
“My Liam is a good man of his words…” Repeating those words inside, Amber felt Mia was asserting her ownership of Liam.
Embarrassed enough, Amber felt so wronged by Mia’s hostility. How dared she reach for Liam?
How could she, a poor, if not penny less grassroots woman compete with Mia, a wealthy, beautiful and well-connected lady?
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