Chapter 112 Ms. Lane, Do You Have a Moment

Sensing Elijah's anger, Giselle blinked innocently. She knew this was a tricky question, so pretending to be clueless was her best move. Seeing her reaction, Elijah could read her intentions effortlessly. His hand slid possessively around her waist, and his gaze darkened with desire. Those eyes—sharp enough to see right through her—fixed on Giselle, making her swallow nervously. She instinctively turned her head away. "Many people already know about my relationship with Anna, and I don't want any false rumors," she said, her voice unconsciously softening like a feather brushing against Elijah's heart—ticklish, unsettling, and impossible to ignore. He had never felt anything like this before. His eyes darkened, a fire of desire flaring to life within them. He leaned down, about to kiss her, but Giselle blocked him with her hand. She shot him a playful, exasperated look. "I'm still angry." "Angry?" Elijah frowned, confusion flashing in his eyes. He wondered if he had upset her. G