"Is it hard to understand?"
Adrian Shaw was being excessively direct at the moment, lowering his head to meet her gaze and said a naughty joke: "*You."
Serena Stanton's heart skipped a beat.
Adrian Shaw strode inside, tossing her onto the broad bed.
His strength wasn't heavy, Serena didn't feel discomfort, but the dizzying whirl was unavoidable.
Before she could regain her composure, Adrian Shaw snatched her phone from her hands and tossed it aside.
Serena instinctively tried to prop herself up, but was pushed down by an irresistible force, followed by him kneeling on one knee on the bed, leaning over her.
His towering figure completely engulfed her, trapping her securely underneath.
Serena pressed her hands against his chest, trying to turn her head away. But as soon as she moved, the back of her head was firmly grasped by his hand.
Their bodies were tightly pressed together, body heat passing through the thin fabric, scorching warmth spreading to the top of her head.
