Matilda Jenkins felt extremely uncomfortable under Nathaniel York's gaze. She stopped, put down the pizza, cleared her throat, and said, "Hey, it's just for one night, okay? You're leaving as soon as it's daylight."
Nathaniel York didn't say anything, just scoffed, kicked Matilda's clothes away, and lay down.
Matilda clenched her fists, feeling extremely annoyed that she couldn't fight back nor beat him up. "Don't you dare let anyone see, or I will... I will never let you off the hook!"
Nathaniel York's eyes turned cold: "As if you've ever been on my side before."
Matilda wrinkled her nose: "Of course I wouldn't stand by a bad person like you. I'm a good youth who knows her duty as a Socialist Successor."
"Good youth... Can you please clean up your bed first?" Nathaniel York pulled a piece of underwear from under him, black and quite ordinary, not sexy at all.
