Fiona Schmidt's body trembled, instinctively holding down his hand.
Her cheeks were burning hot, as she obviously understood the meaning behind his words.
But she still remained silent, glaring at him with watery eyes, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Are you conceding with your silence?" The man's large hand slightly turned, pressing hers down instead, then lowered his head to kiss her.
Fiona struggled, finally letting out a soft cry, "You scoundrel, you villain!..."
She cursed him several times until she was out of breath, but the man was unmoved, holding her even tighter, as if wanting to meld her into his own body.
Fiona found it hard to breathe, her waist still aching, so she pleaded, "My waist hurts, please... let me go..."
It was the first time in days that the woman had spoken so softly. As soon as Norton Abyss heard this, his heart softened, feeling a pang of sorrow, and he couldn't help but give her shoulder a gentle squeeze, his hand caressing her hair.
