Ugh…
Shirley Grant didn't expect him to resort to such drastic measures to silence her. Taken by surprise, she felt completely powerless. She couldn't push him away, forced to let him assault her lips. After a long while, Alan Morgan lifted his head and let her go.
Shirley Grant pushed Alan Morgan off her and sat up on the large red bed. Everywhere she looked, all she could see was a blinding red. On the wall, a faded paper cutout of the character for 'Happiness' still clung—clearly, this was a bridal suite. In the bedroom, the most noticeable item was the wedding photo at the head of the bed. The man was tall and looked exceptionally handsome in his suit; the woman was dreamy in a long white wedding gown, and both wore sweet smiles. The people in the photo were none other than Shirley Grant and Alan Morgan.
Shirley Grant averted her gaze, unconsciously flexing her hands where he had restrained her. The red marks on her wrists were particularly glaring.
