Maxim Sinclair looked down at Summer Lowell, who was trying hard to mask her shyness, "It's not our first time, why are you still shy?"
Summer's face instantly turned cold, she pushed Maxim away and was about to get up, but he pulled her back forcefully: "Didn't I just tell you? You must fulfill the duties and obligations of being Mrs. Sinclair. Weren't we quite compatible before? When you were undercover beside me, you used plenty of tricks, have you forgotten them now?"
Summer awkwardly bit her lip, half standing up, tightening the loose bathrobe around her: "Do you find bullying me amusing?"
As Summer spoke, she turned and walked toward the room. After a couple of steps, Maxim chased her down and picked her up horizontally, then kicked open the door, throwing her onto the bed inside the room.
...
Half an hour later, Summer, with her breathing unsteady, held Maxim by the shoulder, shaking her head in panic.
"Don't do this, you can't! This could lead to pregn..."
