Quiana Sutton looked at him with a bit of amusement, "Do you enjoy watching people struggle?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the next second, her wrist suddenly tightened, and a great force struck, causing her to sit back on his lap again.
He lifted her chin, making her look directly at him, and spoke with a playful smile, "How could I? Your husband simply wants to maintain his legal rights, or are you unwilling?"
Quiana Sutton: "..."
His tone couldn't be more gentle, yet the hand around her waist was neither light nor heavy, squeezing her, and inadvertently touching her skin, sending a shiver through her, as if rejecting him would bring immediate consequences.
A strange thought inexplicably crossed her mind, maybe the real Durrell Landon was even more dangerous than Nathan Firth.
Anyone who knew Nathan Firth wouldn't consider him a good person, only a devil that brings the deepest despair.
