Roy Lewis racked his brains trying to recall, but he could not find any related information in his memory system.
And Richelle Dunn, who was in his arms, was so frightened that she felt like her soul had been scared away. Other than her heart still beating, it seemed as if all other sensory perceptions had stopped.
When she was somewhat more alert and began to react, she realized that her position, embraced with Roy, was incredibly intimate.
Had she just asked him to wait for her?
How did it turn into this?
Did he intend to forcefully take what he wanted?
"Roy Lewis..."
A somewhat rational Richelle Dunn pushed against his chest.
Roy Lewis eventually snapped out of his trance. He took no notice of her resistance, tightened his left hand around her, held her closer, slightly lifted his head, leaned in to her ear, and whispered.
"I can wait, consider this hug as the interest!"
After saying that, he let go of her, placed his hand on the armrest and stood up.
