Chapter 438

Sloane immediately thought of last night's "help", and her cheeks flushed traitorously.

Roman was seducing her again.

Roman leaned down slightly, his gaze level with hers. "Ms. Mercer, need help?"

His warm breath sprayed across her face. Not to mention, his eyes at this moment really resembled aged wine stored for years—impossible not to be intoxicated.

Sloane felt her mouth go dry, not daring to