She also leaned submissively into his embrace, even though his teeth had pierced the corner of her lips, and his palm pressed hard against her back, crushing her toward himself, causing a slight pain.
After a long time, when the violent heaving of his chest finally subsided, he slowly loosened his grip.
"Does it hurt?" His fingertips gently brushed over the bite mark at the corner of her lip, a hint of guilt in his eyes.
She shook her head, only because she had also seen her own parents arguing. However, the cause of their argument was not her marriage issue, but Cynthia Smith.
"Emma..." Perhaps it was because she had neither scolded his mother nor taken advantage of the situation to provoke him when he was furious just now, but had instead meekly endured his wrath, that he felt more understanding and affection toward her.
"Shall we go home?" The home he referred to was not the Flower and Wood House above, but his own villa, a home that belonged only to the two of them.
