“Mu…”
Whenever she tried to speak, she would be stopped by his kiss.
Annabelle was in distress and she pushed Alistair as hard as she could, “Alistair, if you do this, I will hate you!” Annabelle said that while struggling.
And that made Alistair stopped.
He raised his eyes and stared at Annabelle.
Annabelle looked back at her, “do you really want to force yourself on me?” Annabelle asked while staring in his eyes.
Her gaze was sharp and Alistair was taken by surprise.
“If you really want to do that, with my physique I couldn’t fight back. But Alistair, do you really want to do that towards someone that have no feelings towards you?!” Annabelle stared at him and asked grimly.
Alistair frowned and looked back at her.
The man could have continued. But he didn’t know why, when Annabelle said that, he felt an inexplicable discomfort.
“And are you saying that I should make you do that willingly?” Alistair looked at her and raised his eyebrows.
“If you even have the confidence, then why not!” Annabelle enunciated, prompting him with her words.
But that seemed to have roused Alistair’s interest.
He looked at her and said, “Annabelle, you win this time. And I will let you do it willingly!” Alistair said. His tone was filled with confidence and pride.
Annabelle smiled, “then let’s see what you’ve got!”
“I think you are dead set to play this game with me!” Alistair looked at her.
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