Chapter 73
Flynn grinned.
Intriguing.
Jim squinted at him, his face growing darker by the second.
When Bonnie realized the man hadn’t left, she looked at him suspiciously. “Can I help you with something?” Wasn’t he here for the chocolate?
Flynn raised his hand, brushed aside the rogue hair on his forehead, and flashed what he thought was a charming smile at her. “The name’s Flynn. I was there when you were engaged to Ivor, my cousin.”
“Oh. I didn’t seem to notice you,” She said indifferently.
Flynn abruptly stepped closer to her.
She looked at him in alarm and thought he had an ulterior motive. “Is there anything you want from me?”
Ivor’s face turned dark. As he was about to approach them, Ged got in his way, “Why don’t we go for a car ride and have a good time after the party, Ivor? White and the gang have already headed out.”
“You’re blocking my view.”
“Huh?”
Ged was stunned. He turned and followed Ivor’s gaze, seeing Bonnie and Flynn.
“What are they doing together? That cousin of yours has a pretty messy private life. Do you think he’s trying something funny because he thinks your fiancé is hot?”
Ged felt the room grow colder as he said that. When he turned back to Ivor, he saw that his expression
was icy.
“Look at you. You’re getting all worked up. You’ve obviously fallen for Bonnie.
Ivor didn’t say anything about that. Instead, he pursed his lips.
ght Ged.
‘I’ll take his silence as a yes,‘ thought
Flynn was boldly checking Bonnie out. Her skin was as delicate as porcelain, and her exposed shoulders were rosy. Her slender, graceful figure looked as if it was ripe for the picking.
She also had killer supermodel legs that were barely visible underneath her dress. And when Flynn noticed her alluring looks and sparkling eyes, he could barely hold back the primal instinct within
him.
She was one of the most attractive women he had ever seen!
Bonnie’s sharp eyes burned with animosity. “I would gouge your eyes out if you weren’t related to
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Grandpa.”
“Hehehe…” Flynn smirked. “Just what I expected from the woman who picked a fight with Aunt
Maisie. You’re so feisty, I love it.”
“You seem like the type who can find trouble anywhere.” Bonnie’s voice grew colder.
“Don’t be like that. I don’t mean you any harm. Anyway, Ivor’s probably the one who’s been giving you trouble. You’ve spent quite some time with him. Wouldn’t you say you’ve taken the brunt of his temper?
“That’s how he’s always been. He’s not a man who treats women well. None of the women who approached him was his cup of tea. The way I see it, he either can’t get it up at all, or he has no interest in women.”
“What exactly are you trying to tell me?”
