Tariq Lane looked at her pale face and sneered wickedly, "Just as you thought, I brought you here, of course, to be with you—"
Cecelia Anderson grabbed the shower gel and threw it at Tariq Lane angrily.
Tariq dodged her attack, and she took the opportunity to crawl out of the bathtub, trying to escape. Tariq caught up to her with a stride, and she crashed into his arms.
With a smirk, Tariq looked down at the flustered Cecelia, scoffing, "So eager to throw yourself into my arms?"
Confining Cecelia in his embrace, Tariq smelled her unique scent, which he found himself missing a bit.
Clenching her fists, Cecelia stood still with hollow eyes, whispering to herself, "So, you wanted to force me to have a miscarriage like this..."
Tariq, who had been nibbling on her neck, paused at the sound of her words and looked up at her.
What was going on in this woman's head?
"You're so clever that you can even save the money for the surgery," Cecelia said with a sorrowful smile.
