Even though she couldn’t see who it was, she could tell by the scent. She imdiately grumbled in annoyance.
Jason Hawthorne initially ca with good intentions to check on her, fearing she might be scared. But the mont he walked in, he was knocked to the ground by her and then accused. It was a classic case of no good deed goes unpunished!
"You bumped into first."
He said it as if it was natural. Laura Quincy, though, was so angry that her lip twitched. Damn Demon King! He was accusing her first! She reached out to try to push off his chest to get up.
"You did it on purpose."
In the pitch-black environnt, his deep, magnetic voice sounded particularly intoxicating.
Her hand slipped. Did she just touch sothing? It felt like a small, round bump...
"Hiss!"
Jason Hawthorne gasped again, damn this little woman! She must have done it on purpose!
Laura’s heart skipped a beat. It seed that when her hand slipped, she rubbed against a little round spot. It was only a few seconds, but the friction might have hurt a bit...
Embarrassnt!
"I didn’t do it on purpose."
She said, flustered, trying to stand up and get away from the dangerous Demon King.
In her panic, though she managed to lift her body up, her legs seed to trip over sothing, and she fell back into Jason Hawthorne’s arms.
"Thud—"
Jason winced in pain. He was completely at the rcy of this little woman! Ever since he misunderstood her once, she’d taken every chance to get back at him!
In the darkness, the sounds and touches felt even more confusing...
Laura anxiously asked, "Do you have your phone? Hurry, turn on the flashlight!"
Jason’s voice was deep, "Don’t move yet."
As he spoke, he supported himself on the ground, ready to sit up.
Laura wanted to cooperate, but as soon as she moved, she touched... sothing.
Sothing getting harder.
Her face turned beet red again; fortunately, it was pitch dark, and nothing could be seen. She spoke, "I..."
She could only manage one word, unable to continue.
Jason was at his limit, gritting his teeth, "I think you did it on purpose!"
"Mm..."
Laura desperately wanted to protest, but she was powerless against Jason and could only be kissed until she was dizzy...
It seed like it had been a long ti since he felt this way.
It made him eager to try again.
Laura turned her face away, not wanting to et his gaze. His eyes were like deep water, pulling people in like a black whirlpool...
"I’m going back to my room."
Biting her lip resentfully, Laura had no choice but to admit defeat and walked away in a huff.
If he weren’t afraid of scaring her, making her unwilling to stay here anymore, he would’ve wanted to relive the wonderful night from six years ago.
Back in her room, Laura locked the door behind her. The scene just now was just too... shaful.
Even now, her face was still flushed red...
It was utterly mortifying! She didn’t even know when her robe opened, and that cold-blooded Demon King saw it...
Aaaaaaah!
The next morning, the sky was clear, as if last night’s thunderstorm had never happened.
Laura was thinking about how to face the Demon King, only to find that he wasn’t there, and she let out a sigh of relief.
Justin Hawthorne, with sharp eyes, noticed that his sister relaxed when she saw their dad wasn’t in the dining room and couldn’t help but ask, "Sister, do you not like my dad?"
Laura nodded, "That’s right! Your sister has a boyfriend." Then she changed her tone, smiling mischievously, "But sister really likes Little Mars."
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