Abigail Hemsworth's eyelid really twitched twice.
"...Or what?"
Travis Miller's gaze fell on her lips, "I think I was wrong."
Abigail was puzzled and frowned.
"I shouldn't have just thought about keeping you like an innocent porcelain doll, sheltered from the world. You need to experience the dangers of society to have a sense of crisis."
Abigail wasn't a fool, some things she saw through clearly, perhaps even more than some people.
A sense of crisis was something she always guarded against.
"No need, I know very well."
"Really?"
As he spoke, Abigail suddenly sucked in a breath, her eyes slightly panicked as she looked at Travis Miller.
His hand somehow slipped under the blanket, his intentions clear.
Out of reflex, she tensed her body.
"Not letting me touch you?"
"You... you're serious?"
See.
She was certain he wouldn't take her so easily.
"Do you think my intentions are that shallow?"
