Chapter 12 Your Muscles Are Kind of Soft

Carl was shirtless on the huge bed in the bedroom. He was only wearing a pair of shorts that didn't even reach his knees.

He was tan and muscular. His well-built body was perfectly proportioned without a trace of excess fat. He looked so tempting that any woman would want to pounce on him and take a bite.

Whitney was dressed in a mature-looking spaghetti-strap sleeping gown. She leaned against Carl's chest with her arms spread and listened to his strong and steady heartbeat.

"What's the matter?" asked Carl. His eyes were narrowed, and his gaze was filled with anger.

"I thought there was an assassin." Violet came up with a random excuse. Sensing his obvious distrust, she said, "I just think that you eyeing a kid is a little unreasonable, Mr. Walker."

"Vincent! Watch how you speak to Mr. Walker!" scolded Reed.

Violet frowned and looked at Whitney, who was blinded by Carl's dashing looks. She was gazing at him in a lovestruck manner.

"Reed, leave us," Carl ordered coldly.