As she spoke, Rachel tried to pull her hand back with all her strength, but his grip only tightened.
"Call me Jeffrey," he said firmly.
"Isn't that inappropriate, Mr. Jeffrey? We—"
"Call me Jeffrey," he interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Or do you want to stand here wasting time?"
Rachel bit her lip nervously, her eyes darting around. People were already staring, their curious gazes fixed on the two of them. If this continued any longer, she could practically imagine headlines and videos spreading across the internet.
"Uh… Jeffrey!" she finally blurted out, her voice soft but steady enough.
In that instant, a faint smile tugged at his lips, and the dangerous glint in his peach blossom eyes melted into a warmth that made her heart skip.
Rachel's expression stiffened as she watched him confidently stride into her apartment, making himself at home. She sighed inwardly, wondering if it was time to move somewhere new.
