Looking at the partition blocking her view, Bella Green's cheeks suddenly turned crimson.
So shameful, did Adam Morris just see?
Thinking about it, Bella Green raised her hand wanting to push Mason, huffing and puffing as she retreated, attempting to dodge away.
Mason was savoring the taste, deeply addicted; how could he possibly let her go?
The girl was kissed to the point where even her breathing became a bit labored, her cheeks growing hotter, and her breathing more hurried.
She raised her hand, clutching tightly at the man's collar, like a drowning person grasping the only floating wood they could reach.
The car stopped in the hotel's underground parking lot, and Adam Morris got out directly, closed the door, then walked far away with a tense face.
He didn't leave, after all, he still had to keep an eye out for his boss.
Bella Green heard the sound of the car door closing, and her face felt like it was burning, scorching hot.
"Mason, stop messing around!"
