As soon as the words left his mouth, Mason Bennett's eyes darkened, and he suddenly turned the steering wheel, bringing the car to a screeching halt on the roadside.
If it weren't for the seatbelt, Bella Green would have flown out immediately.
"Mason Bennett, are you crazy?"
Bella Green shouted angrily, her trembling hands weakly fumbling to unbuckle the seatbelt, ready to get out of the car.
Before her hand could reach the door handle, she was forcefully pulled back.
Caught off guard, Bella Green was thrown against Mason Bennett's chest.
"Let go of me."
Bella Green struggled with a face full of anger, but the man's large hands were like pincers, unyielding no matter how much she wrestled.
The expression of rejection and resistance on the young woman's face only fueled the fire of Mason Bennett's anger.
He suddenly pinned her down on the seat and then leaned over, pressing against her.
