William Foster furrowed his brows, a hint of jealousy in his voice: "You've been talking to him for so long?"
Clara Bennett rolled her eyes: "I realize you're really a jealous type. We're in an agreement marriage, how can you still get so jealous?"
William Foster wrapped his arm firmly and decisively around her waist without any hesitation.
His arm encircled her, pulling her close to himself, holding her tightly as if afraid she might escape.
"For you, it's an agreement marriage," he said in a low voice, with a tone of unquestionable dominance, "but for me, agreement or not, you are mine, always will be."
Each word seemed to be etched into the air, carrying deep emotions and irrefutable determination.
Clara Bennett was held so close by him that she could even catch his unique fresh scent at the tip of her nose.
Her heart raced, and her ears turned red, as if tinged with a faint glow of dawn.
