Alice Conley felt a creepy sensation from Dorian Howards' gaze at this moment. "This doesn't seem to concern you, does it?"
He suddenly stood up, walked towards her, leaned down, and forcefully wrapped an arm around her waist, "Then how about I make it my business?"
"What do you want?" she glared at him, his face reflected in her pitch-black pupils.
He stared at her. Her resistance was so obvious, yet he still couldn't help but get lost in her eyes, feel an uncontrollable urge to seize everything about her...
"What do you think?" he smirked, his lips approaching hers as if about to kiss her, but his mouth was covered by her soft palm.
"No!" Alice hurriedly said, "I'll tell, I'll tell, there's only hand-holding between me and Archibald, nothing more!"
His eyes fixed on hers, he gently pulled down her hand. "So you just don't want me to kiss you?"
