"Darling, why didn't you tell me you were going shopping?" Martin's voice was deep and magnetic, laced with a hint of wildness. He gave Maranda a fleeting glance, his eyes holding an unspoken threat, "I'll have it delivered to the villa, you can pick whatever you like…"
Maranda didn't know Martin, but from the aura he exuded, it was clear he wasn't an ordinary man. She couldn't help but wonder—what did he just call Regina? Darling?
Regina's eyes instantly sharpened, a strange, unsettling feeling rushing through her. For a moment, she didn't know how to react. Martin gently draped his arm over her shoulder, his fingers lightly pinching her skin. His touch was soft, yet there was an undeniable power and possessiveness in it. His gaze was playful, but it carried a hidden intensity, an animalistic edge lurking beneath the surface.
