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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.

that, my body aches from being pressed down

she owed him and the high

and picked up his shirt from the bed, buttoning it up with one hand

love you, Gwendolyn. One would

would never touch someone he

into his bed. As long as he was willing,

got up from the bed and straightened her

respect to me in the future, Mr. Lowen. Even if you like me, have I given you my consent? Without

saying that, she walked quickly to the

around? Now that she's gone, the atmosphere in the house has grown cold, completely losing all of

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he pointed et one rendomly. “Let's go