The whole person leaned into the man's arms like spring water, softly calling her name, one call after another.
The woman's gentle voice was undoubtedly a fuse, making the man even more moved.
But Crossley refused, clutching onto her clothes, preventing the man from getting his way. Even though she was moved too, she steadfastly rejected him repeatedly: "No, the child is next to us, it's not okay, absolutely no way!..."
Her face was flushed, embarrassed, unable to continue speaking. The man watched her shy demeanor and smiled even more, ignoring whether she wanted to or not, picking her up directly.
Ose Owen walked to the sofa, put her down, and then whispered in her ear: "Now I'm giving you two options, one is right here, and the other is we go to the guest room!"
"Can't I not choose?" Crossley's expression was helpless. People say men are impulsive; can they not be so tireless and energetic!?
