"I'm not well..." The man stared at her red lips, his gaze burning, his words carrying a hidden meaning. "I'm really not well, and you deliberately come to provoke me. Do you want me to feel even worse!?"
While speaking, the man pulled her small hand and pressed it against his left chest, where she could feel his intense heartbeat through her palm.
Tara Summer's cheeks flushed, and she heard the man's slightly heavier breathing, instantly understanding the implication of his words.
Indeed, since discovering her pregnancy in the United States, it had been almost a month, and Liam Yancey hadn't touched her again. He was an adult, certainly with physical needs, and she just kissed him, definitely provoking the man's nerves.
"...You're the one making a big deal out of this. I never said you couldn't, nor did I forbid you from touching me!" Tara Summer muttered, her cheeks burning. She struggled to get off his lap, but was tightly embraced by the man, unable to move.
