She immediately turned around, looked down, and said, "I'm sorry, I entered the wrong room."
"This isn't my room."
The man smiled wickedly and sensually spoke from behind, "You can come in."
"What do you want me to do inside?" Isabella Lindsey asked, feeling embarrassed.
"Sleep," the man commanded.
"I'll sleep somewhere else..." Isabella Lindsey didn't want to share a bed with him.
"Then you might be suspected."
Suddenly moving swiftly, the man came in front of her, grabbed her delicate hand, and abruptly pulled her into the room, shut the door, pinned her against the door panel, and whispered into her ear, "If you don't want to be oppressed by grandma, then just obey me."
"What if I don't?" Isabella Lindsey furrowed her brows.
God knows what he would make her do...
"Relax, I won't lay a finger on you."
The man released her and walked straight towards the big bed, laying face-up on one side, leaving the other half of the space for her.
