Alice Turner put Thomas Fisher's foot, which was on her leg, on the ground, and when she stood up to leave, he swiftly grabbed her hand like lightning. Because he moved so fast, he managed to grab her without her being prepared.
"I've safely brought you to the room and even massaged your leg. What more do you want?" Alice looked down at the man sitting on the bed, her face full of displeasure and anger.
Thomas looked up at the woman standing beside him, speaking extremely slowly, but with a very firm tone, "I want you to keep me company a little longer."
He used force on his wrist, trying to pull her back onto the bed, but this time she was prepared. She was only shaken a little and was not pulled back onto the bed beside him.
"Not! Pos! Sible!"
Alice replied with three words, one at a time, emphasizing each one, even gritting her teeth as she spoke.
Hearing this, Thomas blurted out, "Why not?"
