Dixon grasped her wrist. Actually, his strength was small, for he was weak now. When he held her, he almost exerted his last strength, and he could only gasp, as if he was suffocated.
Her forehead sweated. "I'll take a towel for you."
"Don't..."
The man made a painful and depressing voice in bed, as if he could not endure the agony. He said to Sonia without unconsciously, "Get out!"
Sonia has not heard such words from his mouth for a long time.
His eyes red, he grabbed his throat. Sonia was afraid that he turned crazy and got up to see him. But he scolded her again. "Get out of here!"
She paused and murmured, "Dixon, if you're afraid of hurting me..."
He sneered, "Sonia, don't pretend to be a saint. If I really make love with you, will you forgive me?"
She choked.
"So, now, get out." Dixon tried his best to restrain his desire, staring at her face emotionally. "I don't need your sympathy."
Even though he fell in others' tricks, he did not want to be pathetic in front of Sonia.
Sonia's eyes turned red. She wanted to tell him that she did not help him for sympathy.
She turned away, pressing her lips. Dixon thought she left, gasping with a relief. But when he turned back, a cold towel was put on his forehead.
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