"Isn't it you... You're the one who dares to bully me, it's you."
Leslie Howard, not only failed to stop while she was ahead, but also acted coquettishly, taking advantage of David Redington's moment of softness.
Her air of being spoiled and haughty didn't arouse any annoyance.
Instead, as she continually snuggled closer into the man's embrace, the deep, cold blue eyes of David Redington glimpsed increasing, unprecedented undercurrents.
Her soft, jade-like body kept arching into his arms.
The unique fragrance belonging to a woman, along with her clear, sweet voice, and her soft, smooth body continually tested David Redington's patience.
Finally, a string in his brain snapped to the extreme—
'Snap,' it breaks in response.
The next moment, David Redington's face turned darker and colder, a strange irritation in his heart made him frown unconsciously.
Yet unconsciously, his large hand pulled the little woman in his arms closer, holding her up.
