That night, after dinner, she couldn't help but worry.
She had been taken away early in the morning without a word to her mother; would her mother be worried? Would Tommy feel bad?
Just thinking about Tommy, her blood seemed to race through her veins. She longed to see him and wondered if he was happy living at the Smith's.
"What are you thinking?" A gentle arm approached and circled around her from behind. The man's sturdy body pressed against her, fitting seamlessly.
Then, a hot kiss landed on her neck, and his lips trembled slightly.
She was stunned, and without hesitation, tried to stand up, but Robert Thomson held her tightly: "He's my child, and I want to be close like this."
She scoffed, "Robert, are you trying to show your love to the wrong person? You have a fiancée. Since you chose her, you should cherish her more!"
