"I won't lay a finger on you during the honeymoon. If that's what you're so afraid of." Adrian glanced at Bianca's body and smirked. "Relax. I'm not interested in that bony figure of yours anyway."
Bianca's eyes widened at his last comment.
Wait a second—bony? Excuse me?
Adrian didn't actually mean to insult her. Honestly, there was nothing "bony" about Bianca's body. From a man's point of view, especially his, everything about her was exactly where it should be. She had curves that most women would envy. The words slipped out of his mouth partly to shake her out of her stubbornness, but mostly as a petty form of revenge for her earlier rejection. His ego, after all, was still slightly bruised.
"I promise. During the honeymoon, I won't do anything to you. Let's just play along with Grandpa's wishes. He doesn't have to know what happens between us over there."
