Chapter 181 Winning Over The Musclehead?

• When I felt Carter’s stare on me, I turned my head and looked back. He had deep brown skin, and even through his clothes, the sheer amount of muscle packed onto his frame was impossible to miss. He was built like raw strength given human form.
• The moment my eyes landed on him, Carter glared at me. Under the table, Henry kicked him.
• I heard the dull thud from beneath the table, but Carter’s expression didn’t change at all.