The reason Betsy Russell said this was to insult Jared Hughes, and not to have any further entanglements with him.
Jared Hughes got up and sat down beside Betsy Russell, his voice in her ear was low and hoarse, with a hint of sexiness, "Do you want me to warm your bed for you?"
The breath Jared Hughes breathed out landed on Betsy Russell's ear, making her feel like a boiled lobster, warming up all over.
Betsy Russell turned her head to look at Jared Hughes, thinking there was something wrong with his brain. How could he say something like this?
"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with your brain?" Betsy Russell raised an eyebrow and asked, staring intently at Jared Hughes.
"As long as you're with me, I'll do anything." Jared Hughes suddenly felt that Bill Treiber was a bit useful. His methods were pretty effective.
"Huh?" Betsy Russell's almond eyes flickered, watching Jared Hughes unblinkingly, her hands circling his neck, "Is that really what you want?"
