Nicole’s hands were on Eric’s shoulders, but that little strength she used to refuse him was just a tickle to him.

She wanted to scold him, but he took the opportunity to approach. The rich smell of red wine on his lips was enough to make others drunk.

Nicole angrily pushed, hit, and punched him.

However, to him, these struggles were not even worth mentioning.

Instead, it made his kiss even more domineering.

Eric wanted too much to keep her for himself.

He originally had plenty of patience to deal with her and wait for her to come to her senses. He would wait little by little for her to come back into his world.

However, he saw Clayton with her in the afternoon.

He admitted that he could not help it.

What right did his woman have to smile at other men?

The strong possessiveness in his bones took over. He could not wait any longer.

For the first time, he suddenly felt that Old Master Ferguson’s method might not be useless.

As long as he could keep her, what was wrong with d