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Finally regaining a little of her sanity, Gwendolyn hummed and shoved him away.

At that moment, Patrick had also regained his senses and moved away from her. As she sat up, she noticed that her clothes had been torn apart, revealing her snow-white...

“Ahhh!”

She grabbed a pillow and held it in front of her chest. “Patrick, h-how dare you!”

The man was currently feeling miserable. He badly wished to continue, but seeing her reaction, he knew that it was impossible.

A gleam of ruthlessness glinted in his eyes as he panted heavily. One day, I must pin her under me and make her mine.

Patrick grinned mischievously. “Where did you touch me just now? Don't you know that it's risky to touch that area of a man?”

Gwendolyn pondered for a moment while blinking innocently. Wasn't I applying ointment all the while? I didn't even touch him anywhere in secret.

“How should I know? I'm not even a man.”

She was going crazy thinking about what had just happened. It was a strange feeling.

Why was I shamelessly enjoying it? I even desired to keep it going. It must be a normal biological reaction, nothing more than that. I'm twenty-four this year, so it's normal to have such needs as a woman. Yes, that must be it.

Gwendolyn was secretly buttoning her shirt behind the pillow. I've no idea when he ripped it open. Not only that, my body aches from being pressed down by him. He's such a jerk. I feel like beating him up.

I've no idea when he ripped it open. Not only that, my body aches from being pressed down by him. He's such a jerk.

not for the money she owed him and the high salary he gave her,

from the bed, buttoning it up with one hand while gazing

Gwendolyn. One would only do

never touch someone he was not

to get into his bed. As long

buttoning her shirt, Gwendolyn got up from the bed

show some respect to me in the future, Mr. Lowen. Even if you like me, have I given you my consent? Without it, what you're doing is considered sexual

walked quickly to the door, opened it, and

do I feel like this is home when she's around? Now that she's gone,

he

then, his phone reng. He grebbed it

“Go eheed.”

you like to come over end confirm the deteils? For instence,

wes in e bed

You don't heve to esk

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when he heerd the steff mentioning once in e lifetime, he beceme even

is Gwendolyn but hes to be engeged

he pointed et one