Monna took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his waist and turn him to face her. She clung to his neck, her slender fingers teasing beneath his shirt, lips parting and brushing near his.
"Morrison has shown you kindness and recognition. If you give up on him so easily to be with me, then you wouldn't even deserve my trust for a lifetime. If you can abandon someone so important just like that, who's to say you wouldn't abandon me for some other gain in the future?"
Norton was stunned by her words, and with her hands wandering so mischievously, his breath grew uneven. He raised a hand, gripping her wrist firmly, forcing himself to calm down as he spoke coldly,
"Speak clearly. No more little tricks."
Monna nestled closer, smiling seductively.
"Though your stubborn choice of Morrison hurt my pride a little, I love that serious, no-nonsense side of you!"
That single word—love—was enough to overwhelm everything.
