Lily had no chance to stop him when the man effortlessly tore through the white skirt she was wearing, shattering it into several ragged pieces.
"You... Aidan Lucas, what gives you the right to tear my skirt!"
Lily was so angry she could have bitten him.
Before she could finish protesting, she heard the man's cold voice, "Tell me, what is this?"
His slightly rough fingertips glided over her snow-white skin, pointing to the reddish mark on the inner side of her thigh, he asked in a deep voice.
Finally, Lily understood why this man had torn her skirt.
The white cloth was simply incapable of concealing the wild marks this man had left on the inside of her thigh last night.
Lily slightly closed her legs and stiffly said, "You have the nerve to mention it, last night the room had too many mosquitoes. I was afraid Mr. Cooper would get bitten, so... I could only offer myself up to let those mosquitoes feed."
