Ose Owen looked and returned to his senses upon hearing Gemma Blue's words.
Realizing he had drifted off, he coldly curled his lips into a self-deprecating smile, retracting his gaze, his dark eyes sweeping towards the woman beside him.
Gemma was looking at him with a bashful, expectant gaze. At this moment, Ose thought to himself: Just a woman, he refused to believe it had to be her; others would do just fine!
"Let's go to the hotel." He spoke in a low voice, wrapping his long arm around her shoulder, but did not spare her another glance.
Hearing his words, Gemma Blue almost went crazy; he agreed, he really agreed!?
Seeing him holding her shoulder, she became bolder, directly resting her head against his solid chest, her delicate, boneless hand softly stroking his chest, full of allure.
