"..."
Evelyn Sherman trembled all over from his roar and hesitated whether to help him up or not when she noticed his facial expression was abnormally red.
"Chester Yale, are you feeling unwell?"
She instinctively reached out to help him up, but as soon as she touched his arm, he pulled her and she ended up sitting directly in his arms.
It wasn't just his face that was red, his whole body was burning up, as if he had a fever.
But upon closer inspection, his reaction wasn't like the weakness that came with fever.
His body was radiating an intense atmosphere of conquest...
He was...
Just as the thought crossed Evelyn's mind, her petite body was pressed to the ground by him, as he flipped over and covered her, leaning down to seal her lips with his!
"Chester Yale..." Evelyn's murmuring voice was completely muffled by his.
Before she even knew what was happening, he had stripped off her clothes.
