She tried hard to free her hand, but he gripped it tightly, not letting go.
The man remained indifferent, his handsome face more devilish, pulling her closer, continuing to whisper in her ear, "Tonight feels the best for me..."
As soon as he spoke, Emma Benson's face flushed red all the way to her neck, she couldn't say a word, her heart pounding wildly.
Out of nowhere she found the strength to give him a hard push, then used a pillow to block herself and quickly ran into the bathroom.
"Don't you dare come in!..." Before closing the door, the woman warned fiercely.
Walter Schmidt chuckled, didn't chase after her, still sat on the sofa, his eyes full of mischievous heat, making the woman quickly shut the door.
When she came out after showering, the man was still sitting on the sofa, casually draped in a robe, holding and reading a document.
Emma's curiosity was piqued; he had been looking at something all night, earlier it was a book, now this.
