Chapter Three
With nowhere to retreat, she could only stiffly press her back against the door, her face flushed and heart racing while still having to maintain calm on her face.
Sofia Hamilton had no choice but to straighten her face, pretending to be angry, "Are you going to get dressed or not?"
Seeing that he didn't move, she said coldly, "Then I won't ask anymore."
Ryan Gregory finally compromised and pulled her, "I'll get dressed, okay?"
In his voice, there was a mix of helpless laughter and faint indulgence.
As if he had no choice with her, yet was willing to indulge her…
Maybe, her recent feelings had been wrong.
That was why she had always felt that his pampering of her was exclusive.
She didn't know how many other women he had been this nice to...
Or perhaps, while he was treating her like this, in some other country, there might be other women.
A fickle man would never be content with just one woman.
