She was truly the only one for him; if he couldn't have her in this lifetime, he would regret it forever.
And he, determined not to let himself regret, was resolute in keeping her by his side, even if she hated him!...
Crossley Gibson truly did not move again because of the man's words, her face flushing red all the way to her neck, as if it was about to ignite.
She lowered her head, trying to avoid the man's touch, yet sitting on his lap, feeling his body growing more rigid and hotter; how could she remain calm!?
After just a moment, she pushed against his shoulders to get up; with this movement, the man's temper became even more uncontrollable.
He let out a heavy groan, almost gritting his teeth as he whispered in her ear, "I held back for three whole years because of you, I'm not afraid of you hating me, but you're still running a fever, I don't want to hurt you, yet are you still so restless!?"
