Veiled Threat.

Midway through his action, he hesitated and withdrew his hand into his pocket.

Anthony cleared his throat deeply, attempting to awaken her from her deep thoughts.

At the sound of his cough, Aysel's eyes widened, and her heart skipped a beat.

Startled, she leaped off the swing, but the force caused her to collapse to the ground.

Bracing herself for the impact, she was surprised when a muscular arm wrapped around her waist, preventing her from hitting the ground. She found herself held close to his solid chest, a whiff of his expensive, masculine cologne wafted across her nose and it was addicting to her.

As she gazed into his intense golden eyes, she saw a fleeting look of concern before it was replaced by anger.

He raised her up, making her stand on her feet and Aysel mentally got ready to receive some scolding from him.

"Get inside,” He muttered coldly, a frown still etched in his chiseled face.

"Huh?" Aysel mumbled in surprise, not expecting such a simple command.

"I said go insi