Chapter 168

Karl didn't deny a word Megan said. His eyes locked onto her face, burning with intensity, like he'd been holding all this in for years. "I was five when I first saw you. That cute, doll-like face of yours... I was hooked right then." She frowned slightly, and he reached out to smooth the lines between her brows. "Don't scrunch your forehead like that—it's a bad habit for girls." Megan immediately turned her face away, disgusted by his touch. "Don't touch me." "Alright." Karl gave a half-smile. "Got a lot of questions? Want me to spill the truth?" Megan shot him a sideways glance but stayed silent. "One question for one kiss. Sound fair?" Realizing he was messing with her, Megan rolled her eyes and simply refused to look at him. Karl chuckled, clearly enjoying her stubbornness. "I love it when you're mad. But honestly, your smile? That's what gets me." He stood, walked to the liquor cabinet, casually pulled out a bottle of Petrus, and opened it with a butterfly corkscrew. The red wine