"Madam, when did I act like a rogue?" Anthony Varley put on a look of grievance.
"How about you move your hand first and then explain? Wouldn't that seem a bit more sincere? Also, I've realized something from the way your hand feels. You also touched me at night before, right? Using your son as a cover to commit such inappropriate acts, that's utterly shameless to the extreme."
Sarah Sullivan looked coldly at the refined man in front of her with a face full of disdain.
She had long known he was tall.
But since Anthony usually lay down, she hadn't felt it so strongly.
Now, with the man standing right in front of her, their distance quite close,
Anthony managed to make even the tall and slender Sally appear delicate and dainty.
Sarah was a bit annoyed.
Because the first thing this man did when he woke up was take liberties with her.
Earlier, when you helped zip up my clothes, I reluctantly thought of it as a kind gesture.
But now, what's with your hand still around my waist?
