Grayson Thomas ignored Rosalind Collins's calls and didn't stop his steps.
Rosalind Collins ran quickly, stepping ahead to the door and blocked Grayson Thomas from going out.
"Rosalind, please don't force me to anger, okay?" If it were any other woman, Grayson Thomas would have already been furious.
Clenching her teeth, Rosalind Collins ignored the rising fury and resentment in Grayson Thomas's eyes and threw herself into his arms, tightly hugging his waist.
"Cousin! I truly love you! If we get married, then you'll be the heir to the Thomas Family, and I'll be your wife, and later I can bear you two more children, we can raise four children together, wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Rosalind Collins thought it was all so perfect, completely feeling as though he was also melting into the vision with her.
Grayson Thomas smelled the perfume on her, and though it wasn't strong, he didn't like it either, and he couldn't stand having a woman cling to him so tightly.
