She wasn't naïve; from his passionate eyes, she could understand his emotions.
His gaze upon her was exactly the same as before.
"I'm sorry, I'm full, I should be going." Christine Quinn stood up, grabbing her small handbag.
He seized her hand, "Don't go!"
Seeing her nervousness, he released her hand, his voice tinged with a plea, "I just want to talk to you."
"No...next time!"
She turned to leave, but Jonathon Gibson seemed to see through her thoughts, "No, if you leave now, there won't be a next time."
At the moment, he had already grasped her slender shoulders.
Christine was so anxious that sweat seeped from her forehead, she tried hard to break free from him, but he held on tightly.
"Christine...listen to me..."
"No, I don't want to hear it...I'm already married, I have a husband and a daughter, I..." She desperately shook her head in refusal.
"But he doesn't care about you." Jonathon dropped a bombshell that left her dazed, unable to recover for a moment,
