Chapter 392

Nicholas stared at Hera's stunning side profile as she treated Geoffrey. He had always had a thing for women like her—cold and distant types that brought out a man's competitive side. He had dated many women who were aloof like Hera, but none of them were as beautiful as her. Hera was always composed and wore her arrogance like a second skin. Nothing could ruffle her feathers or diminish her confidence. It was as if the sky could be falling, and she would only find it a minor inconvenience. The more she looked down her nose at Nicholas, the more intrigued he was. He licked his lips and tried to picture her writhing and begging under him in bed. Sensing his gaze, Hera glared at him as she pulled a needle from Geoffrey's back. Nicholas felt a chill race down his spine when he caught the icy look in her eyes that matched the gleaming point of the silver needle. Half an hour later, Hera extracted all the needles from Geoffrey's back. Nicholas was surprised to see Geoffrey flipping on