"Hah, let go of you?" Yale Shaw gave a strong push, easily shoving her to the side of the table, pressing her against the edge, as one hand pinned her hands and the other slowly lifted, brushing across her pale cheeks all the way to her rosy lips.
"To be honest, in these four years, I've been with countless women, but only your body has stayed in my mind, impossible to dispel, especially your captivating moans. They're truly unforgettable. Tell me, how could I possibly let you go?"
Camila Walker's eyes were filled with anger as she glared at the man before her. She struggled to break free but it was in vain.
At this moment, a name suddenly surfaced in her mind, a beacon even on the verge of collapse. She never expected anyone to come to her rescue, yet now, that name echoed so clearly in her heart.
But could he be here? Could he know what situation she was in now? And even if he knew, would he risk himself to save her?