Chapter 11 Unbutton My Shirt PART 1

Benedict's face darkened ominously, his voice as cold as ice without a hint of warmth. "I have no interest in playing these mindless riddles with you." The stern tone resonated, freezing the atmosphere inside the car instantly. An oppressive feeling seemed to emanate from Benedict's figure, and no one dared to breathe loudly. Cordelia had no clue what she said wrong. Her clear eyes blinked, and her nose turned slightly red, resembling a startled deer as she looked at him. As the car returned to the mansion's entrance, Benedict gazed at the woman with furrowed brows, her round face on the verge of tears. Was he too loud just now? He only shouted at her once, and she was already on the brink of tears. Was she really that delicate? Maintaining his gloomy expression, Benedict exited the car. As the door closed, Cordelia finally snapped out of it, realizing she had broken into a cold sweat. "Mrs. Radcliffe, don't be afraid. Mr. Radcliffe can be a bit serious when his mood is off." Ri