I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 382 He Stole The Mango Candy From My Mouth

Chapter 382

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Isabella found herself pinned down by a man’s brute force, rendering her unabl

move her neck and forcing her to endure his crazed and sickly kiss. Their breaths

mingled, producing faint sounds of moisture that would make anyone blush and feel

embarrassed upon hearing them.

Half of Isabella’s mind was filled with shame, while the other half was consumed by

fear and panic. The scent of mango, sweet and overpowering, filled her breath. In such

an environment, Seth likely had every bone and cell in his body reacting.

If this guy died on her, she wouldn’t have to face anyone anymore. It would be more

appropriate for both of them to die on the spot.

“Se-” She wanted to call his name, but as soon as the sound escaped her mouth, it

was immediately silenced. She could feel his breathing becoming rapid and his kiss

becoming disorderly.

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Chapter 382 He Stole The Mango Candy From My Mouth

Their skin made contact, rapidly heating up; even the palm of his hand on her wrist felt

scorching hot. Isabella started to panic, and amidst her struggle, a thought flashed

through her mind.

steeled herself and suddenly lifted her head. A

both of them to see stars

pain.

contracted slightly as he stared at the woman in front

hate her. He was indeed uncomfortable, his entire body out

all because of

heart.

other women’s beds, yet she could calmly have dinner with

teeth in anger. He was uncomfortable,

the

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sides stubbornly resisted, resulting in this awkward situation.

his eyes quickly lost their strength. Isabella

to scold him; her first reaction was to yell for

has left,” Seth muttered, lying on top of

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reach for

before he

fueling his resentment. He turned his

a moment, then without hesitation,

on her neck.

in pain and

and his body tensed for a moment.

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his eyes.

Isabella was silent.

:

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to midnight. The main house of

lit, illuminating the

it

black cars arrived, and seven or eight

cried on