So soft, and cool too.
Fiona Sutton blinked. Hmm, I never thought the sword-wielding bodyguard's lips would taste so sweet.
However, while she was still in a daze, Yancy Hastings already looked like he had been struck by lightning.
She... this damn woman actually dared... actually dared...
Damn it, he didn't even know how to describe it.
"Fiona Sutton!"
Yancy Hastings bellowed and abruptly flung her onto a nearby sofa.
"HISS—that hurts—"
Fiona Sutton rubbed her forehead. Why didn't I ever notice before that the sword-wielding bodyguard was so classless?
"Sword-wielding bodyguard!"
Fiona Sutton sat up from the sofa, her eyes filled with anger.
I'll never call him gentle again; this is just pure, unadulterated violence!
"Take a good look at who I am."
Yancy Hastings, his face dark, grabbed a cup of an unknown liquid—it could have been water or wine—from the table and splashed it across Fiona Sutton's face.
"Sword-wielding bodyguard? I carry a gun!"
