Chapter 53

To think he would actually hold her up. By ‘hold’, Willow didn’t mean this. Mr. Hughes probably didn’t learn his language well so he couldn’t understand what she meant. Willow was lifted to the point where her heels had left the ground, so she had to stand on tiptoes. Her other arm was grasping her tray tightly in fear of the red wine shattering to the ground. Those were worth twenty thousand dollars. Held in her hand was twenty-thousand dollars worth of red wine. Standing before her was a man’s icy expression with a blizzard raging behind his dark eyes, threatening to freeze her whole being. Willow’s chest tightened under the pressure and she panicked. Her eyelashes were quivering as she blinked nervously. She urged in a weak voice, “Mr. Hughes, calm down. Please put me down. I can’t breathe…” She was wearing a tight-fitted V-neck dress. His fist was pressing against her throat when he lifted her by the collar, and his knuckles were obstructing her breathing. Her thr