He reached out to pick up the red wine glass, gently swirled it twice, then tilted his head back and took a sip, before parting his lips, "Come here."
His voice was deep, carrying a trace of suppression.
Hearing this, Emma Aiden snapped back to reality, but instead of stepping forward, she retreated a step.
"Why did you bring me here? Can we go somewhere else?" Emma Aiden turned to leave, but Harrison Yale put down his wine glass and stood up from the sofa faster than her, darting in front of her.
His agile movement, like a lurking cheetah, blocked Emma Aiden's path.
"Why are you afraid to come here? Are you scared it will evoke memories, or are you afraid of remembering the promises you made to me here?" Harrison Yale clasped her shoulders, forcing Emma Aiden to look up at him.
In the next second, grabbing her wrist, he pulled her onto the viewing platform outside the room.
The manor had a high ground.
