Chapter 18- Gentle
Angela had never encountered a man like this before—his aura sharp as ice, his gaze as fierce as a predator. He didn’t raise his voice or make a scene, but his presence alone was enough to instill fear.
Morrison noticed the way Angela flinched and looked away, and a trace of disdain flickered across his face. He gave a soft, contemptuous scoff, then casually wrapped an arm around Lilian.
His voice turned warm, indulgent.
"Finished saying hi?"
Lilian’s shoulder stiffened. She turned to glare at him.
Hadn’t she just told him to keep his distance? And now he was holding her like this—in full view of Angela? That was as good as announcing their relationship outright.
Knowing Angela’s envious, bitter nature, this was probably enough to make her explode with rage.
Morrison didn’t care one bit about what was going through Lilian’s mind. Still holding her close, he gave her a lazy smile, every movement brimming with affectionate intent.
"Then let’s go," he said, gently guiding her past Angela and her group.
As they passed, Morrison added in a clear, deliberate voice:
"Lilian, you really don’t need to say hi to just anyone. Some trash only exists to pollute the air—we don’t need to acknowledge it."
Lilian: "..."