Diana felt the uneasy atmosphere around her and instinctively lifted her head, only to meet John's cold gaze. He was staring at her intensely, with that familiar gloom in his eyes, as if he wanted to swallow everything up.
Did he get angry? Strange, could it be that he sensed her inappropriate thoughts about him?! Diana instinctively shrunk her neck and unconsciously moved away from him. Seeing her reaction, the man's expression became even more unpleasant. Suddenly, he reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder. Then he went on to touch the spot where her tattoo was attached to the back of her neck. His rough fingers caressed her porcelain skin, with a hidden anger. Diana suddenly felt a hint of fear, like a prey bitten by a fierce beast on the neck.
"Diana, are you afraid of me?"
