Christy felt hurt. Her eyes were filled with tears. She looked down, tugged at his shirt with her slender hand, and bit her lip, "What are you talking about? What regret?"
Staring at her tear-filled eyes, Enrique was upset. He suddenly picked her up and walked towards the bed.
Glancing at the soft bed, Christy closed her eyes and tears were running down her cheeks.
Christy was pressed down on the bed. The strong man approached her. Christy was so nervous that she frowned and clenched her fists once again.
Suddenly, Enrique's hoarse voice sounded in her ears.
"Do I look like a rapist?"
The sudden question froze Christy. She sobered up a bit, and then slowly opened her eyes.
Looking into Enrique's deep eyes, she subconsciously shook her head, "No."
"Then why do you look like you're being forced by me?"
Christy didn't understand. Enrique smiled mischievously and cupped her chin with his slender fingers, approaching her lips, "Are you willing to sleep with me?"
Christy lowered her head, pursed her lips, and did not reply.
Enrique narrowed his eyes. The smile died on his lips and he became cold. "Since you are unwilling, if I sleep with you, what's the difference between me and a rapist?"
With that, he cupped her chin more tightly, "In any case, you are not allowed to sleep with other men easily, even if that man is me."
After saying that, he went straight into the bathroom with a gloomy face.
Christy could see that he was very angry.
Christy had tears in her eyes. She bit her lower lip hard until her lip started to bleed.
The pain on her lip made her more sober.
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