"Do you hate me?" Lorraine Hanson's head hurt, as if it was about to split open.
He felt something was wrong with his body, and his vision was a bit blurry. He wasn't sure who this woman was, but her voice was very familiar.
Hearing her statement and the undisguised distaste in her words, he frowned. He was a public darling, a dream lover in the hearts of millions of movie fans.
There might be women who don't love him, but no one had openly expressed disgust for him, which only made his already drunken and irritable mood even more agitated.
He squeezed his fingers with force, almost crushing the woman's wrist bone. Tracy winced in pain, yet didn't utter a sound. She struggled desperately.
Yet with every struggle, it seemed to provoke him. Drunken with alcohol, Lorraine's mind surged with a desire for conquest, and he directly turned over, pinning her beneath him, stopping all her movements.
