"What are you doing?" Like a frightened rabbit, Amelia Smith pressed her left hand against William Lane's shoulder, trying to push him away. "You said you wouldn't do anything."
William Lane gently gripped her right wrist, preventing her right arm from moving.
"I also said that I would inform you in advance if I wanted to do something." William Lane pinched her face, "I'm informing you now."
"I don't agree."
"I said I would inform you, I didn't say I needed your agreement." William Lane laughed.
Amelia Smith: "...you, how can you be so shameless."
"Teach you a lesson." William Lane removed her hand from his shoulder and moved closer to her. "Don't trust a man's words."
"You..."
William Lane's hand went around to the back of her neck, supporting her as he kissed her, silencing her words.
Amelia Smith was too tense, her body limp, but the left hand gripping the quilt kept tightening.
Gradually, she could not breathe, as if drowning.
