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The moment Margaret was stunned, Julian pulled her over and trapped her in his arms.
Then he forced her to the corner of the wall.
He was much taller than hers. He pressed down and surrounded her under his body.
Margaret blinked and subconsciously put her hands on her chest.
Before she could say anything, she heard Julian saying in a low voice, "If you are too independent, what can I do?"
Margaret was silent.
Julian's fingertips brushed past her cheek and brushed past the scattered hair beside her ear.
His hot breath hit her face.
"You'd better be less independent. So I will be more valuable to you."
Margaret frowned, decided not to be tempted by his beauty. "What do you mean?"
She thought, "Are you saying I'm needy and disobedient? Do you mean I'm annoying?"
She looked angry. But unlike other young misses, she wasn't dramatic.
Her angry face made him want to kiss her.
He said calmly, "I'm afraid you won't need me if you are too independent."
