A triumphant glint appeared in Seth Quinn's eyes. He backed out of the call history, locked his phone screen, and then looked at her. "Well? Have you made up your mind?"
Clara Grant gritted her teeth. Did she dare say no?
'She truly didn't understand. Is *that* really so important to men? Important enough for him to resort to such despicable methods to threaten me!'
"I can... help you, but... I'll only... use my hands..." Just saying those words took every last bit of Clara Grant's courage. Her face flushed so red it looked like it could drip blood.
Seth Quinn looked at her deeply flushed face, casually tossed his phone into the storage compartment, and moved closer. He grabbed her chin with one hand, forcing her to lift her head and meet his gaze.
"No need to be shy. Sex between a man and a woman is perfectly normal. You're my wife, so it's only natural for a wife to help her husband with his physical needs. Come on, don't be afraid. Touch it..."
