Chapter 42

This woman is crazy!

It was the only thought on Evander Graves' mind at this moment.

He let go, hugged Florence Hail instead, and pressed her against his chest to keep her from moving.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

"Let me go!" Florence Hail was still struggling, unable to hear the helplessness in Evander Graves' tone.

"Okay, I'll show you!"

The woman in her arms stopped moving, as if she was still a little dazed.

Evander Graves could feel her blink, her long eyelashes brushing against his chest, tickling him a bit.

And the heat from his breath stuck to his skin, making it wet.

The shirt had been torn off just now, and Florence Hail's face was directly attached to his chest, without the barrier of the shirt.

"Let me go." Florence Hail's voice was no longer as manic as before, and much calmer.

"Aren't you crazy?" Evander Graves didn't let her go immediately, but asked for confirmation first.