Walter Schmidt also didn't continue to linger, holding her as they walked towards the sports car. After getting in the car, the man carefully fastened her seatbelt.
"You're so good..." Watching him focus on buckling the seatbelt, Emma Benson gazed at his dark hair, a sense of happiness overflowing her little face.
Before he finished, she couldn't help but embrace his head and gently kissed his forehead.
"You little thing!" The man looked up, staring at her with deep black eyes where a fiery light danced—a look Emma understood, making her cheeks flush.
"Hurry up and drive, hurry up and drive!..." She quickly changed the subject, urging him.
Walter Schmidt smirked but didn't say a word, suddenly embracing her, pressing her onto the seat, and lowered his head to kiss her.
Emma Benson didn't even have time to react, struggling a bit, but could only let the man have his way...
