"I don't know, but with Michelle Harrington's brains," Wayne Bailey spoke with disdain, "she wouldn't think of stripping naked and throwing herself at me!"
If it weren't for scheming against him, it would be utterly pointless.
Without Charles Harrington's instructions, Michelle wouldn't dare take the letters.
Wayne Bailey reached for the buttons of her blouse, "He wants to make you misunderstand me, to damage our relationship... Anna Jadwin, let's show him how close we are."
"..."
"Let him realize that these little tricks can't affect us at all."
Anna Jadwin stopped his hand and shook her head, "I don't want..."
Her wounds, she couldn't let him see them.
Wayne Bailey kissed her forehead, "Silly girl, you look so pale, where are your thoughts going? I don't want you."
"Then why are you taking off my clothes..."
"How can you sleep without changing into pajamas?" Wayne Bailey arched an eyebrow, "Isn't it always me who helps you change into them at night?"
