Chapter 28

“ENJOYING THE COLD and breezy night,” he said casually.

“Damn it! Stop playing around, Mr. Saavedra!” I scolded and shot him a disgusted look.

“I’m not here to play games with you, Margaux. I’m just here to apologize.”

I just ignored him and quickly turned around to get out of the water. I picked up my clothes one by one.

“Please, Margaux, let’s talk.” He stopped my arm.

I shut my eyes firmly. The night air filled my chest before I turned to him. I had prepared my sigh and kicked him out of the mansion, but my lips felt his.

I blink, closed my eyes, and blink again. He’s wearing nothing but black boxer shorts. Water from his dark hair is dripping on the textile and slowly runs down to his broad shoulders.

I stared for a moment with admiration. His strong chin, hanging jowls, slack mouth, and neck muscles were his drumhead tight. He looked like hell. All of it can easily bring me down. Easily.