"Felix Shaw, what do you intend to do!" Seeing her passport and visa being taken out, Mia Foster panicked and tiptoed to grab them, but to no avail—the long-armed man effortlessly evaded her grasp.
Placing all the documents into the inner pocket of his coat, Felix felt a weight lift off his chest. He casually tossed the shoulder bag into the wardrobe, wrapped his long arm around Mia's waist, pulling her into his embrace, and said with a triumphant smile, "Mia, from today on, I will no longer indulge you."
His tone was leisurely, even gentle, but it sent shivers down Mia's spine.
Furrowing her delicate brows, she asked suspiciously, "Felix Shaw, what do you mean?"
"What do I mean?" Felix raised an eyebrow, smiling ambiguously, then leaned close to Mia's face, whispering into her ear, "I mean tying you up, tying you to my belt, and taking you back home."
