"Angry?" Howard Geoffrey lightly held her chin with one hand, lifting it slightly. He gazed into her clear eyes, admiring her flawless face.
"You..." Becca began to feel confused about the situation before her.
Howard Geoffrey coaxed tenderly, "I promise you, I won't come back this late in the future."
She struggled in his arms, her tone unfriendly, "You don't need to tell me these things!!"
"Be good, don't be angry..."
As if apologizing, he kissed her cheek.
Becca's face quickly flushed with anger and embarrassment, as she pushed him away, "Let go of me, lunatic!!"
Using all her strength, she struggled to push him away, but Howard Geoffrey only tightened his hold on her, his arms encircling her—
"Stop it!"
His actions were so shamelessly domineering.
Becca cried out, "Roye, Roye..."
Unfortunately, the door's soundproofing was too good, and Roye, standing outside, couldn't hear Becca's call.
"You're so noisy..."
