"That's right."
"Keep dreaming." Hunter Warren clenched her hand and pulled her a little closer to him with a slight force.
He glared at her from above, gritting his teeth.
"Even the trash discarded by me, Hunter Warren, is not to be used by Oliver Turner."
"Ha." Faye turned her head and sneered, "Trash..."
She looked at him coldly, "You're the trash. Even if in your eyes, I am lowly.
But my soul lives nobly.
And you, even if you wrap yourself in gold and silver mountains, making yourself look like a gilded Buddha, so what?
Your soul is still just as poor and low.
I'm telling you, even if I let a beggar on the street sleep with me, I won't let you.
You're just a scumbag."
Faye yelled at him in anger, but just when she wasn't mentally prepared at all, he domineeringly pinned her against the wall and kissed her hard, with no tenderness.
It felt more like a bite than a kiss.
Faye was frightened by his sudden move.
Her mind instinctively recalled that nightmare-like day.
