He finally released her for a second, glaring at her face gone pale from inability to breathe, speaking in a cold voice, "I've repeated it tirelessly, and yet you still don't take my words to heart. Can't you learn to behave?"
Rebecca Quentin turned her head away, remaining indifferent without responding.
In fact, she was truly afraid of seeing him angry like this, as if he were about to devour her alive.
"No reaction? Very well... very well!" Howard Geoffrey raised his chiseled jaw and turned his head to gaze at Rebecca Quentin's expressionless, seemingly emotionless face, "Looks like I shouldn't waste any more time!"
What does he mean by this?
The next moment was unimaginable for Rebecca Quentin...
Howard Geoffrey lifted Rebecca Quentin's shapely hips forcefully, making her slender legs wrap around his strong, solid waist.
Without hesitation, his hand reached under the hem of her skirt, instantly tearing the thin fabric.
