She has the chest she needs and the behind she wants, how does she look like a washboard?
She's clearly an angelic face with a devilish figure!
Is he blind?
Emma Aiden's embarrassed mood from earlier instantly turned to anger.
One can die but not be humiliated, she had never been called a washboard before...
"Not satisfied?" Harrison Yale took a stride with his long legs, got down from the bed, strolled to her, looked down at her puffed-up little face, and smirked.
"Has someone forgotten the nosebleed incident while facing me yesterday? Even if there was a plot, it was you plotting against me. I aggrieved myself to hold you all night, how should this account be settled?"
"..." She had no idea what she had done, not a single recollection, how did he want to calculate it?
"You bullied me all night and want to deny it once you're awake?" Harrison Yale pinched her chin, lowered his gaze, and said.
His voice sank, revealing a hint of anger.
