Chapter 585

Noelle struggled in disgust, but Christian's arm was like a black iron, pressing down on her shoulder, unmoving.

The more she squirmed, the harder he pressed.

Frustrated that she couldn't break free, Noelle mentally cursed Christian several times over.

Quentin's dark eyes swept over her, trapped under Christian's arm. "She doesn't look too willing, Mr. Blackwood. Didn't you notice? Or do I need to call the police for you to let go?"

There was a menacing edge in his tone, subtle power radiating from his figure wrapped in that black coat.

"I'm willing! Who said I'm not!"

Noelle leaned closer to Christian's side.

She didn't want to deal with either of these men, but she didn't want to give Quentin the satisfaction of thinking he had the upper hand.

Her soft body pressed against Christian's solid frame.

His lips curved into a crooked smile, and the look in his eyes softened slightly as he glanced down at her, his grip loosening but still keeping her close.

He raised a brow at