At that moment, Nathaniel York's mind was blank, far from having any time to react, he incredulously stared at the head that was firmly pressed against his face.
Matilda Jenkins, who had never had a boyfriend before, didn't realize that kissing was such a delicate art. All she knew was to press her lips against his and knead them together forcefully.
Her lips were a little sore from the chafing, but seeing Nathaniel York stunned and looking like a fool, Matilda us smugly thought, what Scarlett Glenn was right—just pounce and kiss, confound him with the kiss first.
See, isn't he confused? Ha ha ha... By putting in a little more effort, all the evidence would soon be in her possession. She was so smart.
Sure, it hurt a bit, but after bearing this short discomfort, she'd be blessed with happiness.
Matilda lifted her foot, hooked it behind the door and kicked it shut.
With one hand, she held Nathaniel York's right hand; with the other, she began tearing at his clothes.
