Ryan Sterling didn't give Evelyn Grant a chance to speak.
'Because if I listen,' he thought, 'I might lose my reason to be this close to her, consequences be damned.'
'Even one more second of this kiss would be worth it.'
The kiss lasted until Evelyn Grant's hand struck his cheek, leaving a faint red mark.
"You! What are you doing?"
Ryan Sterling didn't get angry when she slapped him. Instead, his dark eyes seemed to deepen. "Kissing you."
Evelyn Grant glared at him. "I meant, what are you trying to do?"
"I want to keep kissing you."
"..."
Using his height to his advantage, Ryan Sterling pulled her back into his embrace.
"Evelyn Grant, I want the baby you're carrying. That was the condition when you begged me to help you get pregnant so you could escape the death penalty."
She tilted her head back to look at him and admitted, "Yes."
"But I also helped you find the evidence to turn your case around. You still haven't repaid me for that favor."
"..."
