Everyone had left, and the bedroom finally quieted down.
Mrs. Herd pushed Anthony Davis away and looked at him angrily with biting lips, "You did that on purpose."
Mrs. Herd was not foolish. Just now, when someone was about to enter, he intentionally pulled her into his embrace and kissed her for others to see on purpose.
Anthony Davis, pushed away, leaned against the headboard. His slender fingers brushed his lower lip, and the corner of his mouth hooked up as he calmly admitted, "Yes, I did it on purpose."
Damn… He even dared to admit it, had the audacity to admit it.
Mrs. Herd felt a suffocating pain in her chest, "You… you… I'll beat you to death, you bastard."
Mrs. Herd grabbed a pillow and hurled it at Anthony Davis; she was about to explode with anger. How could there be such scoundrels, despicable men, in this world? No swear word she could think of could describe Anthony Davis's sinister nature.
