Rebecca POV:

Matthew suddenly got closed to me, trapping me against his chest and the car door.

Anger seemed to burn in his deep eyes, and his burning breath swept across my face with a nice cologne scent that made me lose my concentration for a moment.

"Rebecca, why don't you retort me?"

His wide palm cupped my chin and lifted my downcast face up, saying dangerously, "Didn't you enjoy arguing with me before?"

The distance between us grew closer and closer, his sensual lips almost pressed against mine.

I spoke in a panic, "If you hadn't insisted on keeping us in the manor, why would I want to run...