Just as Anna Foster lit a cigarette by the sink, her waist was suddenly embraced by a man.
She raised her head and looked in the mirror at Isaac Thompson, who was lowering his head to nibble at her neck, and frowned, "What are you doing? If you leave a mark, how am I supposed to go out later?"
Isaac stopped immediately, turned her around with both hands on her waist, facing her with his burning eyes, "Anna, you look so beautiful tonight."
Upon hearing this, Anna felt a little wronged and pushed him away at once, "I'm not as gorgeous as your fiancée."
Isaac hugged her again, his voice hoarse, "You know that's all just for show. In my heart, you're the most beautiful."
He eagerly pressed his lips to hers, mumbling, "You don't know... when I saw you in the hall earlier, I had already..."
As his hot fingers slipped into her low neckline, "Anna, you smell so good..."
