"Rip." The collar was torn wide open.
Eleanor Spencer was forced to lift her head, the traces of struggle along her collarbone extending to her waist, dense and passionate, the marks heavy, evidence of last night's ardor.
"Aurelia... Aurelia Shaw... let... let me go!" Eleanor Spencer's voice was trembling.
The cold air rushed in at once, her chilled skin shivering.
"You've ended up like this, and you still want to become Mason Nightshade's woman? Growing up with him, even if he isn't close to you, you should know his habits, right? He has a severe cleanliness issue; he never touches anything others have touched, let alone a woman."
Aurelia Shaw's words were like a merciless knife stabbing into Eleanor Spencer's heart.
She had also considered this matter, but as long as she didn't mention it, no one would tell Brother Ye. With today's advanced technology, once she succeeded, once she became a film queen, standing by his side, everyone would only bless them.
