Watching her, Anna Fraser, with her alluring figure, Yale Shaw lifted his hand and gently caressed his chin, a deep look of admiration in his eyes.
"What's the hurry?"
Camila Walker turned away with an icy look, "If there's nothing else, then I'll be leaving first!"
Having said that, she stood up, grabbed her handbag, and was about to leave the private room.
But her stubborn and icy attitude only made Yale Shaw more fascinated by her. He quickly stood up and chased after her, "Hey, don't rush, let's leave together now."
As he caught up to her, he pulled her into his arms when she was least expecting it and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, "Shall we go together?"
His touch made her feel nauseous with repulsion, and after a surge of disgust, she pushed him away violently, "Don't you want me to be your woman? Then let me tell you, at most, I'll be your secret lover. In public or any public place, it's best if you don't touch me!"
