"Listen, if it ever gets lost, I'll just buy you a new one," he coaxed gently, though a subtle thread of playful warning lingered in his tone.
"No, I'll just wear it for banquets and formal occasions," Evelyn Sin insisted, still feeling the pressure of having a small fortune resting against her collarbone. "It's really too stressful for daily wear."
Hearing her response, Michael narrowed his dark eyes and took a step closer, towering over her. "Eve, if you don't wear it every day, then I'll..." He leaned in, his warm lips brushing against her shell-pink earlobe.
Evelyn immediately took a step back, holding up her hands. "I'll wear it! I'll wear it!" This insufferable man!
"Good girl," he murmured, a satisfied smirk touching his lips. "Come here. Your husband has a reward for you." He reached out, pulling her back toward him and forcing her to step backward.
