"Heh, Mr. Quinn, I think your parents gave you the wrong name. Forget Seth Quinn, you should've just been called 'Beast'!"
Clara Grant sneered, using all her strength to resist while her words remained just as defiant.
Seth Quinn stared at her wide eyes, which seemed both crystal clear and bottomlessly deep. As her alluring lips opened and closed, a thought surfaced in his mind—if not for the little guy present, he'd pin her down and ravage her right then and there.
He'd always been indifferent, even apathetic, toward intimacy. As a result, not only did River Sterling and Linden Jennings tease him for not being a "real man," but even his own mother suspected he had issues with his sexual orientation or his performance in bed.
So, when he realized he was having such thoughts about a woman with a mysterious background, impure motives, and despicable methods, he grew intensely irritated.
This irritation caused his expression to darken even more. He raised a hand and clamped it firmly against the back of her head, holding her in place so she couldn't move, couldn't escape.
"It seems I'll have to do something. Otherwise, I'd be letting down that new name you gave me, wouldn't I? And why are you still pretending to be some virtuous maiden? You moved heaven and earth to get to my door, all just to have me sleep with you, right? I'm just trying to grant your wish!"
"But you're a ruthless one, aren't you? To manufacture an excuse to climb into my bed, you were willing to hide your own son in a suitcase. Weren't you afraid he'd suffocate?"
'Who wants to get into your bed? Like hell I do!'
'And give me a break! The little guy isn't even my son, is he? He's obviously *your* son, but you're twisting everything around and saying he's mine.'
'All this talk... it's just because you don't want to acknowledge him as your son!'
Humiliated and furious, Clara Grant unconsciously shifted her leg, and only then did she remember her original plan: to teach him a lesson by attacking his most vulnerable spot.
At this point, she couldn't care less about waiting for the perfect moment to land a critical blow. She simply raised her leg and kicked straight for his crotch.
Seth Quinn hadn't expected her to pull a move like that. Thankfully, his reflexes were sharp. He caught her movement in his peripheral vision and, despite freezing for a split second, instinctively twisted his body to evade the attack.
Though he wasn't hit, the force of his dodge caused his grip on Clara Grant's hands to slacken.
Clara Grant seized the opportunity. She was about to shove him away, but it didn't feel like enough. Spotting his shoulder, she leaned in and bit down hard.
'After being humiliated and bullied by him for so long, how could she not collect a little interest?'
The moment she finished biting, she shoved him away before he could react, then spun around, grabbed the hand of the stunned little boy, and bolted for the door.
Luckily, the door was only closed, not locked. She threw it open with ease, and in the blink of an eye, the woman and child vanished from sight.
Seth Quinn didn't chase them. He simply watched them leave, his gaze fixed on the now-empty hallway for a long moment before he walked over and shut the door.
The movement of closing the door tugged at his bitten right shoulder. He turned his head, his eyes falling on the spot. With his left hand, he pulled his shirt aside, revealing a deep set of teeth marks.
Although an injury like this was nothing to him, Seth Quinn still frowned.
'That woman is surprisingly strong. Just like a little wildcat!'