She didn't care when he touched her.
The woman's exquisite collarbone and half-bare voluptuousness, which would allure anyone who saw it — let alone Cole O'Connell, who had never touched a woman — his interest in a woman's body was quite intense at the moment,
He walked over and directly pulled down her precarious shoulder strap with his large hand,
Yulia O'Connell's body trembled, her eyes bewilderedly looking at him, watching him play with her, yet not possess her.
"Cole O'Connell, enough."
No matter how bold, she was only an eighteen-year-old girl. How could she possibly withstand this kind of play?
"Can't take this?" Cole O'Connell's eyes carried ridicule. "This doesn't even count as going through the motions, and you think it's enough? You barely have any resolve to say you want me to quickly tire of you?"
Yulia O'Connell stared intently at the man in front of her. He was not the polite gentleman, but a lazy man like a leopard, watching her with predatory eyes.
