Angela’s anxiety increased as she became aware that the man shouldn’t even be in her room; she knew this was already a mistake. “Don’t be a rascal, Richard Lloyd. Just get up and go.” She grabbed the man’s arms and tried to pull him to his feet
Suddenly, the man reached out and grabbed her slender arm, pulling her into his arms. Dar to his significant exertion of force, she had no choice but to submit and fall into his arms without resistance.
After she started to feel anxious and disoriented, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and she suddenly found herself on the ground beneath hin
“You…” Angela, who was slightly dazed, looked up at Richard in bafflement. She knew what he was about to do when she noticed his relatively heavy breathing.
In the past, Angela had thought the man was cold and indifferent. But when she got to know the man, she didn’t expect to find that underneath that icy exterior was a heart that burned so fiercely that it could melt her.
As he prepared to kiss her, she instinctively reacted by blocking his lips. Nevertheless, the man quickly locked her arms above her head. She was so angry that she was on the verge of passing out due to being forced to act in such an embarrassing manner.
Given her predicament, she would be helpless to stop the man from doing whatever he wanted to her. “Let me go. Richard Lloyd, you better let me go before I-”
She was about to vent her frustration when the man cut her off. Her mind went blank as a firework display went off in her consciousness. She shivered slightly under the man because his kisses had always been aggressive. She had no way out of the man’s grasp and was helpless against him.
Angela felt like she was dying inside from this feeling. It wasn’t just the intensity of his kisses that left her feeling overpowered; it was also the weight of her guilt. Her guilty conscience grew more significant when she realized she was losing herself in the man’s tender kisses.
At this point, she might as well have been a villain because she was robbing Annie of her happiness. She finally gave in to the weight of her emotions, and tears streamed down her face. Only when she started crying between the man’s kisses did he realize what was going on, so he stopped and let her go.
“Why are you crying?” Richard looked at her, perplexed because he knew she didn’t mind the kiss and had even reciprocated it.
She averted her gaze to avoid looking at him. Then, there was a knock on the door. She was so startled that she pushed the man away in response. He showed his cooperation by sitting up and allowing her to leave. After that, she said, “I’m sleeping.”
Angela, I know you’re still awake. I’d like to speak with you,” Daphne insisted.
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