Anthony Davis smiled and shook his head, glancing down at the bulge on his chest, that hand was indeed very dishonest.
Even if he were a gentleman, he couldn't withstand such temptation, let alone, he never claimed to be a gentleman.
Anthony Davis took a deep breath and, holding Emilia Johnny, continued to walk upstairs.
He pushed open the door to her room, walked in, and placed her on the bed, then slowly withdrew her dishonest hand.
He didn't stand up immediately, bending over to continue looking at Emilia Johnny. Her drunken appearance was really... beautiful, innocent and charming, like a young girl unaware of the world.
