He looked into her anxious eyes and whispered, "I've never claimed to be a gentleman."
"You..."
Is there anyone who flaunts his roguishness more openly than he does?
"Becca..."
Howard Geoffrey suddenly called her deeply.
Rebecca Quentin knew what he wanted to say with that call. She pushed against his body, which might press down on her, and hurriedly said, "You can't go back on your word!"
Suddenly, Howard Geoffrey pulled Rebecca Quentin's hand to his waist.
He wore a winter robe, but it couldn't conceal the high rise there...
He pressed her hand at the top of the bulge, whispering hoarsely, "Can you feel it?"
"Ah..."
The sudden touch of his hardness and heat made Rebecca Quentin's face burn like it was on fire. Embarrassed, she couldn't bear to look at him and urgently tried to pull her hand back, "Don't do this..."
Heavens, she felt like it was growing even stronger, and the heat was continuously rising.
