Seth Quinn was a little irritated. 'This woman... she actually doesn't believe me!' He really wanted to grip her chin hard, but the problem was, he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
He cupped her chin, his touch surprisingly gentle. Clara Grant kept her head tilted up to meet his gaze, her eyes, as clear as spring water, looking exceptionally bright and limpid.
"When you wanted to marry me, you said you were only interested in my body. How am I supposed to know that all you're thinking about right now isn't just my body?"
Seth Quinn stared into her eyes for a moment before a smirk played on his lips. His voice, devilishly charming and bewitching, rang out. "Being interested in a woman's body is one way of expressing interest in her."
Seeing that he hadn't denied his interest in her body, the light in Clara Grant's once-clear eyes instantly dimmed. "You..."
But she never got to say another word, because his lips had already captured hers.
