With that peck, Mark Reed could never leave Valentine Teller.
His strong arms tightly encircled her shoulder, pressing her head.
"Mm..." She gritted her teeth firmly, giving him no chance.
He didn't force it.
Had this woman put poppies on her lips that made him addicted with just a touch?
"Let go of me..."
Valentine tried to break free, but not only did she fail, it triggered a violent shake of the Ferris wheel's cabin, almost causing her to fall out.
She dared not move recklessly again, yet she couldn't let herself sink willingly.
She pushed his hand with all her might, but with their bodies pressed so close, she couldn't muster any strength.
Valentine stared wide-eyed at Mark Reed.
His eyes were tightly shut, seemingly enjoying himself.
This damn, stinking man.
At the very least, she had to show him a bit of color.
