Michael released her hand and began clapping for her without a trace of expression. "Truly touching. You don't mind standing by him even if he loses everything. But what about him? If he can't even afford to support you, what use is he?"
Evelyn reached out and slapped his folded hands away, glaring at him. "Michael Thorn, do you have a fetish for being abused?" She was treating him like this, yet he showed zero intention of letting go.
Hearing her words, Michael leaned close and whispered softly into her ear, "If I'm being abused by you, I'm more than willing." No matter how, where, or when, he didn't mind in the slightest.
Her cheeks flushing bright red, Evelyn raised her head and bit him fiercely on the arm. The man didn't even flinch; instead, he simply leaned down and stole another kiss from her lips.
