Rebecca Quentin was startled, and in an instant, memories of yesterday afternoon began to replay vividly in her mind.
The faint remaining pain in her lower body reminded her that everything she remembered indeed happened...
Feeling unbearably ashamed, a fire of anger ignited in Rebecca Quentin's heart.
How could he, how could he...
"Awake?"
At the moment Rebecca Quentin was seething with anger, she heard a lazy, deep voice from above her.
Rebecca Quentin instantly became furious, reaching out with her hand to slap him, but he preemptively caught her hand a second earlier.
The natural strength disparity between men and women left her unable to fight back. He twisted her hand behind her back and pulled her into his embrace, his voice still magnetic and hoarse, "Don't be fussy, be good, and sleep a bit more." He said, lightly kissing her on the brow.
