They struggled, their hands clasped together. Ashley Bowen stubbornly refused to let go, while Yuri Sinclair was determined to use brute force to push her away.
The two were at a standstill for a moment.
Until, with a CLICK, a button from Yuri Sinclair's cuff fell to the floor.
The button spun around several times on the floor before finally rolling under the bed and disappearing from sight.
Seeing that the new clothes she had just bought for him were already damaged, Ashley Bowen felt wronged.
Sulking, she released Yuri Sinclair's hand and bent over to peer under the bed.
Yuri Sinclair knew he shouldn't have lost his temper like that. Looking at his wide-open cuff, his tone softened considerably. "Let someone else get it, okay?"
"No need." Ashley Bowen brushed Yuri Sinclair aside, stubborn as a mule, and crawled directly under the bed. After fumbling around for a moment, she found the button.
