Annie Taylor was slightly taken aback, then immediately smiled and said, "Mr. Loman, you truly don't know the meaning of shame. You're interested in having an affair and keeping a mistress, but I, Annie Taylor, have no interest in that. You've got the wrong person."
"Got the wrong person?" Ronald Loman spoke with a cold smile, rising from the bed and walking up to Annie Taylor, gently caressing the small face that haunted his dreams: "I thought you were the most suitable choice."
Annie Taylor's eyelashes trembled slightly as if she was quite angry.
But Ronald Loman's gaze lingered on her light pink lips, which were slightly swollen yet glistening and translucent.
Not having seen her for several years, his little woman had truly become even more charming, but her heart was somewhat too ruthless.
