Wyatt Perry smiled with a mix of pride, satisfaction, and a hint of mischief.
"Honey, come home with me, don't torment me anymore. It's not easy for us to be together; shouldn't we cherish every day we have together? Why waste time on those meaningless people?"
He leaned close to her ear and whispered in a deeply alluring voice: "Honey, come home."
"You bastard..."
"Look at you, you obviously want me..."
"Wyatt Perry, shut up! If you keep spewing nonsense, I'll kill you!" Claudia Ross was red with anger, her neck tense; she wished she could chew Wyatt Perry up and swallow him whole.
"Alright, go ahead, kill me. If I have to die by your hand, I'll die without regret."
Wyatt said, lying down beside Claudia, then closed his eyes.
Though the seat was luxurious, two people lying together still felt cramped. Their bodies were practically overlapping.
Wyatt said, "Kill me, why don't you go ahead? Or are you reluctant to?"
