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In the steamy bathroom, heat waves seemed to endlessly besiege Faye Owen. Even though she closed her eyes immediately, she could still conjure up an image that would make her cheeks hot and her heart flutter.
In this scenario, it was nothing other than the bad guy Yves King, smirking like a big bad wolf ready to bully a little rabbit. Indeed, Faye Owen was mentally strong; even when facing the worst of villains, she was able to stay calm at least on the surface. Of course, her eyes were closed for show. Honestly, she was somewhat intrigued by his figure. But she certainly couldn't walk in and start admiring him, right?
But in the end, she was a woman—a woman almost as innocent as a sheet of paper when it came to emotions. Facing Yves King's sudden strong assertiveness, her mind was in turmoil, and her hands instinctively protected her chest. Her mouth was covered by him, muffling her attempted protest.