"Huh, a woman who can satisfy herself in front of her own man, what else do you expect me to think?" Felix Shaw felt a severe blockage in his chest, as if stuffed with cotton, and at that moment, he really wanted to find an outlet to vent, to find someone to brawl with fiercely—perhaps that would bring some relief.
Knowing Mia Foster's personality... he belittled her expecting she would not back down, but unexpectedly, Mia Foster's reaction was beyond his prediction. Brushing off the hand on her jaw, she nodded and said, "Felix Shaw, I never thought that in your eyes, this is how you define me."
Finishing her words, she pulled off the thin blanket and got out of bed.
Felix Shaw still sat on the bed, maintaining the same posture, watching Mia Foster stand in front of the wardrobe, slip into a dress, then grab a shoulder bag and walk out of the bedroom—his chest felt even more suffocating. However, he was immobilized, as if he had been acupunctured, motionless...
