Clara was bewildered.

He's kissing her?

Why was he kissing her? Shouldn't he hate her? Then why was he kissing her so passionately?

She lost track of time until the kiss finally ended, and he let out a sigh.

Wilson Birch did not expect the kiss would make him feel so... satisfied!

He had not felt that kind of satisfaction for a long time!

Why? Why must it be her?

He gazed at the woman in front of him with complicated emotions and gently touched her slightly reddened lips, which he had just kissed.

She had lost some of her youthfulness after four years, becoming more graceful. Her eyes were captivating and could easily capture a man's heart.

Did she captivate another man with those eyes?

When he remembered her words that she could surrender her life for another man, his mood became terrible. Did that man also kiss her like this?

"Wilson Birch, what do you want?!" Clara's voice snapped him back to his senses.

She would no longer blush like she would always do after he kissed