She cried out as if she had been humiliated, "Get away... you bastard... let go of me..."
In the dim light, he saw two streams of tears slide down from the corners of her eyes, piercing his heart, yet inexplicably stirring an even stronger anger within him.
Did she really hate his touch so much?
Did being with him make her feel so aggrieved?
He removed his clothes and sank down, immersing himself without hesitation.
She cried out desperately, "I am already Claud Laurence's woman, what more do you want?"
His advancing body trembled fiercely, his eyes widened as he looked at her.
She pushed him away with all her might, like a frightened rabbit, rushing to the corner of the bed and tightly wrapping herself with the quilt.
His murky black eyes narrowed, a cold and dark gaze shot out, fixing straight on her.
She trembled, sobbing and crying in pain.
The flames of desire in his eyes gradually extinguished; he kept watching her.
