Shawn wrapped his arms around Gale's waist, led her into the office, and ordered sternly, "No one is allowed in without my permission!"
Fiona replied, "Yes, Sir."
She glanced at Gale secretly and found that she did not make a sound or resist and was at the mercy of Shawn.
Fiona closed the door gently and stood guard at the door.
Shawn's face was extremely gloomy. He walked to the sofa, pressed Gale's shoulders and asked her to sit down.
Then he said, "Take it off yourself, or I will."
Only then did Gale return to her senses and look up at him. "Take off? Take off what?"
"Clothes. If you can show Aurum, why can't you show me?" Shawn met her gaze.
Gale raised her hand and touched her waist.
"Shawn, don't make trouble out of nothing for no reason. I'm not that kind of woman, and Aurum won't do anything beyond that!" She frowned.
His tone was cold and firm. "Can you take it off?"
Gale's stubborn temper also came up. "Just, no!"
She held her head up against him.
Without saying a word, Shawn went straight to grab the hem of her dress and pulled it hard.
Gale only felt the cloth rubbing against her delicate skin, which hurt a little.
In the next second, Shawn's callused fingertips were already holding her waist.
"Such a secret place, Galey...how can you show it to other men? How can you?"
Shawn's fingers gradually moved up and landed on her heart-shaped birthmark.
"Here, only I have seen, touched, and kissed!"
When he was deeply in love, he kissed this birthmark.
That was where Gale was very sensitive.
He always remembered.
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