He was already impatient!
"So, tell me, who is the murderer?" Isabella Lindsey tried to shift her attention.
But it was no use.
Julian Johnsons clung to her body like a sloth, his butterfly-like lips just a tiny advance away from her lips, red as berries.
"Kiss me, and I'll tell you." The allure in his words seeped into the slight parting of her lips.
"..." Isabella Lindsey was speechless.
He was always figuring out ways to mess with her.
But she wasn't that easily conquered. She furrowed her brows slightly and said, "Can we change the terms, anything but kissing you."
"Sure."
Julian Johnsons smiled wickedly, everything under control, and said three words with a smirk, "Clap, clap, clap."
"...This is in the car." Isabella Lindsey's palms were sweaty, her pupils slightly widened.
"That's what makes it exciting."
