Matilda Jenkins' face turned pale immediately: "I, I, I... I really... to you... you..."
Matilda felt guilty. Even though she used to always say she wanted to sleep with Nathaniel York, she used to be in the right back then, seeking benefits for the goddess...
But now, what does this count as?
Nathaniel York hasn't done anything wrong to the goddess now, and she didn't ask him for anything.
But she... she had slept with him. What kind of situation is this? What should she do?
Nathaniel York chuckled, "What do you think?"
Matilda frowned, waving her hand repeatedly, "I... I... wasn't it... was it a mistake? I should have... not done it... right?"
Nathaniel York approached Matilda, his thin lips curled up, his smile cruel and wicked, "You said it was a mistake? Last night, who held me, shouted 'hug, kiss, sleep'...who took off my clothes, who hung on me and refused to leave me...and pressed me for the whole night?"
