Chapter 452 Arithmetic

Rachel nearly choked on her own breath. She could not believe what she heard at all.

A flush crept up her neck, not from embarrassment, but from the sheer audacity of his words. Her heartbeat quickened, but Ross? 

He remained completely composed, his smirk widening as if he enjoyed watching her reaction.

The room around them carried on, unaware of the sudden shift in tension at their table. 

The clinking of glasses, the shuffling of cards, the occasional burst of laughter—all of it blurred into the background.

Rachel swallowed, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "Here?" she asked, arching a brow, as if challenging him.

Ross leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his eyes dark with amusement—and hunger.

"Of course. This way, you won't have anywhere to run. You can't pull what you did last time," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.