Chapter 15

"What are you doing?"

Celia panicked and attempted to escape.

To stop her, Julian shockingly used his knee to part her legs, squeezing between them. He placed his arms on the table, forcefully trapping her.

"Who do you like?"

"What?"

Celia felt both embarrassed and confused by his restraint. Her face was pressed against his chest, and as her face chafed against the rough fabric of his suit, it gradually turned red and hot.

She also placed her hands on the table, leaning back to create some distance between them.

However, the man was a devil. He bent down maliciously. For every inch she retreated, he advanced by a foot…

She was about to fall back onto the table surface and had to compromise, retorting, "Why are you asking me this?"

"I want to see how high your standards are, Miss Zoe, who finds even me distasteful."

Celia was stunned, taking a moment to realize that she must have made her disdain obvious earlier.

No wonder he acted so strangely.

Clearly, he had misunderstood