Anna Jadwin had been tossed and turned by him all night, and now that it was finally dawn, she was truly tired, yawning one after another.
She had only been lying in bed for a moment when Wayne Bailey's burning-hot body came over.
One hand grasped her arm, his body pressing against her warmly.
Anna Jadwin knocked his hand away, but he came back again...and again, persistently unwilling to give up...
Leo was fast asleep, and Anna Jadwin, afraid of waking him, lowered her voice, "What on earth do you want to do?"
Wayne Bailey kissed her neck from behind, the smell of alcohol not completely gone, faintly enveloping her, "Are you jealous? Jealous of what? Anna Jadwin, say it one more time, are you jealous?!"
Anna Jadwin fought the urge to kick him down—
She was jealous, last night seeing him covered in lipstick marks made her both angry and anxious.
If he hadn't been drunk and injured, she wouldn't have wanted to bother with him at all.