Evelyn watched their retreating backs, a sudden sense of impending doom flashing through her mind. Oh no. She immediately spun on her heel to flee, but a powerful arm shot out from behind her, clamping around her waist and yanking her forcefully back into a hard chest! His lips pressed dangerously close against the shell of her ear, his voice hoarse, low, and terrifyingly soft. "Say another word. Try me, Evelyn."
Bounded tightly within his iron embrace under the dark, expansive night sky, Evelyn felt her legs instantly go a bit weak. She forced a rigid smile. "Chairman Thorn, this really isn't proper, is it? Mary Donald is apparently so eager to accept my twins as her own. If we commit an act that betrays her trust, and she discovers it, how will my children ever have a peaceful day under your roof, hmm?"
She twisted her body, trying desperately to pry his iron forearm away from her waist, but her efforts were completely useless.
