Carter's gaze was unusually deep and complex. He tightened his grip on my slender wrist, inch by inch, and did not allow me to break free.

In the face of Carter's questioning, I acted calmly and calmly.

I curved my lips, seemingly unpleasant lips, "If I remember correctly, Mr. Louis promised me that he would not suspect me of being your ex-wife again."

Hearing my answer, the glimmer of expectation in Carter's eyes seemed to be extinguished instantly, and his grip on my hand was gradually relaxed.

I drew back my hand and pecked a sip of champagne, "To be honest, it's really quite distracting to be treated like a...