Joshua York sensed something was wrong, his brow slightly furrowed as he instinctively turned to look at Clara Jennings.
Her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her nails nearly digging into the palms.
Her body was trembling with anger, her shoulders slightly hunched, her breathing so rapid she was almost gasping for air.
Clara Jennings stared fiercely at the obliviously affectionate couple.
She suddenly shouted, her voice hoarse.
"Time's long gone! How long do you plan to kiss?"
Cora Lowell gradually came back to herself, her consciousness slowly pulling away from the intense kiss.
Her hand rested against his solid chest, her fingertips trembling slightly, her voice so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable.
"Enough."
Landon Lockwood slowly withdrew, a trace of moisture lingering on his lips.
He slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes like knives, glancing at Clara Jennings with undisguised disdain.
"Whatever I do is none of your business."
