When Love Turns Dangerous novel Chapter 122

Tara glanced at Shawn, then reached out and took the check from the coffee table.

Shawn seemed to have expected that she wouldn't refuse. That was good. It saved them both from future entanglements.

Suppressing her nervousness, Tara said, "Can I leave now?"

Shawn was pouring coffee and didn't look at her. "Feel free to leave anytime."

She secretly took a deep breath in a bid to calm her racing heart.

"Oh, right, my bag is still in your car."

"The car key is in the foyer cabinet by the door," Shawn replied.

Tara immediately got up, but her weak legs gave out and she fell back onto the couch.

Across from her, Shawn paused mid-pour and slowly looked up at her.

She was mortified. Using the armrest for support, she finally managed to stand. It was all Shawn's fault for being such a pervert.

Tara did her best to ignore his gaze as she walked toward the door. She saw the car key on the cabinet and picked it up.

Luckily, his car was parked just outside the villa. There was no need for her to walk far—even taking an extra step exhausted her.

After pressing the unlock button, she opened the passenger door and grabbed her bag from the seat. She then closed the door and turned around, only to see Shawn standing right in front of her.

She immediately jumped in fright. "Mr. Wilhelm?"

Shawn looked down at her expressionlessly. "You said I was drunk, but why is there no smell of alcohol on me?"

He had a driver, so he wasn't going to ask who drove the car.

Tara swallowed nervously at his question. Of course there was no smell. He hadn't drunk anything at all!

"Maybe it's because you had a shower," Tara answered.

Shawn said nothing. His refined, handsome face stayed blank as he stared at her silently.

Tara couldn't help but blush and became flustered under his gaze.

"Go now. I'll look into what really happened," Shawn said.

Tara didn't care anymore. She just needed to get out of there first. She nodded at him with her head lowered. As she stepped past him to leave, she stumbled again from nerves and sore legs.

Shawn grabbed her arm to steady her. The touch of his palm was unbelievably soft. He let go quickly, and Tara hurried past him. Her long, dark hair brushed against his left hand, which he hadn't had time to lower.

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