A sentence pulled the memories of last night to the surface, and a myriad of emotions surged forth.
At this point,
the image of William Hale in her heart had been completely overturned.
But that wasn't really important,
because when he was involved, the words he intentionally said were truly unbearable to hear.
He wouldn't be satisfied until he had made her blush and crumble.
It was truly unbearable.
Zoe Bell struggled to get out of bed, and William, fearing she would fall, held her slender, soft waist. In the mirror of the bathroom, her skin looked like a peeled lychee, very white...
He leaned in to kiss her cheek, and it was tinged with carmine by him.
"Stop it, I need to brush my teeth."
She hadn't even brushed her teeth, what was there to kiss.
"You do your thing."
William just leaned on the doorway, watching her lazily.
He looked like...
a wolf that had feasted.
He smiled as he surveyed her, seemingly pondering where to start from next.
