Chapter 23

Callan Clay paused for a moment, then looked down at Annabelle Brock.

Her already pretty little face was now a lustful pink, and her watery eyes seemed to have hooks.

Callan Clay's heart skipped a beat, and he reached out to tear Annabelle Brock's hand away.

"Calm down."

"Callan Clay, speaking of which, you have a pretty face." Annabelle Brock's head was hot, "If it's just a one-night stand, I'm not at a disadvantage."

Callan Clay has a blue vein in his forehead, a one-night stand?

How open is this woman's private life? !

"Let go!" Callan Clay stretched out his hand and pushed the man.

Annabelle Brock trembled from being pushed, she moved her hands instinctively, and her body climbed up Callan Clay's neck like a boneless snake.

Her lips pressed against Callan Clay's cheek, and she felt the man's body stiffen slightly. Annabelle Brock breathed out her seductive breath out of complacency.