He was just a man driven by lust, not worth her being heartbroken over.
Mark Reed squinted his eyes at her, who was smugly self-satisfied. Intuitively, she was definitely doing this on purpose, and her real motive wasn't money.
Maybe she just wanted to divert his attention, spoil his mood.
He had to admit, she succeeded.
Though he was still on top of her voluptuous body, he had completely lost interest.
This woman, he really didn't know how to describe her. She seemed so clever, yet like a fool.
Thinking about himself, how easily she ignited his desire, he lacked self-control.
Mark Reed suddenly laughed: "Have you ever thought about taking your time to reel in a big fish?"
"Catch what big fish? Where is the big fish to catch?"
She pretended not to understand.
He maintained his position of suppressing her, her legs trying to close but couldn't, tightly pressed against him below, it was so embarrassing.
