"If anything, that slap was too kind," Liam said casually, brushing non-existent dust off his sleeve.
The gesture was elegant, but it couldn't hide the disdain behind it.
In an instant, Sophia felt like she had fallen from heaven straight into hell.
It took her a while to register the shock.
Clutching her cheek, her heart full of resentment, she feigned innocence. "Liam, why did you hit me? What did I do wrong?"
As she spoke, her voice turned increasingly pitiful, tears welling up in her eyes.
"You know exactly what you did last night. If it happens again, it won't be just a slap." Liam's voice was cold as he turned away.
His back was sharp, distant, and final.
He reached out with his long fingers, opened the car door, and slid inside with a composed ease.
Moments later, the driver and assistant arrived and got into the car.
