Five words appear boldly in front of her eyes.
Straightforward, explicit, and unreserved in his desire for her.
Claire Prescott's face instantly flushed red, her heart gradually losing its rhythm, pounding fiercely one beat after another.
How can he speak so... bluntly...
Clearly, he's not this kind of person... is he?
Thinking of the two other men sitting nearby, and when Finn Prescott leaned over to see what she was doing, she hurriedly turned off the screen, her face burning even hotter.
She lowered her head, pressed her hand against her forehead to cover her face, and silently took a sip of tea to calm her nerves.
Yet she still felt the air was warm, as if bewitched, and couldn't help but recall the gentle, breeze-like kiss outdoors, her mind full of Keane Lowell's thin and soft lips.
Had he not mentioned the benefit, she would've seriously doubted the person messaging her was Keane Lowell.
