The Billionaire's Obsession: Reborn For Revenge
His voice was a low murmur, a playful challenge.
“Who said anything about being angry?” I retorted, my voice a little higher than I intended, betraying the very emotion I was trying to deny. I quickly straightened, trying to appear nonchalant, but my heart was doing a rather energetic jig in my chest.
“But you are frowning.” He pointed out, his gaze unwavering, “Don’t you know that people who frown all the time get a lot of wrinkles when they grow old? Stop frowning and tell me what’s wrong?” Before I could formulate another denial, his fingers, surprisingly gentle, reached out and poked my forehead, then smoothed down the stubborn crease between my brows.
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