Bella Acker widened her eyes. When did she ever flirt with him?!
Damian Sinclair continued, "Ms. Acker, one should have the courage to own up to their actions."
She hadn't done anything, yet he made her feel like she'd committed a crime.
Bella Acker felt so wrongly accused, she couldn't help but protest, "Damian, you're the one who grabbed my hand, not me trying to flirt with you! You're talking nonsense!"
Damian Sinclair raised an eyebrow, looking at her expressionlessly.
Bella Acker pouted and glared back.
Neither of them was willing to back down. Eventually, it was Bella Acker who couldn't withstand his gaze any longer. She turned her eyes away, cheeks flushed, and attempted to pull her hand back.
The sound of knocking came from the front door, and only then did Damian Sinclair release her hand.
Bella Acker stood up, her face beet red, and hurried over, "Coming."
