The corners of his lips still bore traces of a woman's lipstick, an indescribable allure. Sophia Sutton remembered that those lips had once kissed her too, and now, she inexplicably felt a bit nauseous.
In her line of work, purity and chastity regarding the body weren't really a concern. During spy training, the instructor had told them that when necessary, even using beauty as a weapon was essential to preserve life.
Yet at this moment, as she looked into his eyes, she felt an inexplicable disgust.
They had been entangled just last night, and today, he was embracing and kissing another woman. Although she didn't particularly suffer from any cleanliness obsession, she couldn't help but think of this man as filthy.
"I'm taking her to the hospital," he said to her.
"Don't you dare—go!" she glared at him, her expression wounded and angry.
But Alex Hawk gave her a cold glance, roughly shook off her hand, and turned to leave with the other woman.
