Cecilia Lynch's face was unknowingly tender, her voice sweet and charming, with a pleasing gleam in her clear eyes.
She dared not oppose Julian Keaton.
She had tried before, and the final outcome was being thrown on the bed, day and night, insatiably demanded.
What she didn't know was that this look of hers made Julian Keaton want to cherish her even more.
A complex deep meaning flashed in his dark eyes, Julian's palm itched intensely, he really wanted to touch her little mouth that uttered sweet sounds, then kiss it fiercely.
"Not hungry?" Julian's gaze narrowed slightly: "That works too, you can pack it for later when you're hungry tonight." His tone was favoring.
"Thank you!" Cecilia hurriedly expressed gratitude, "Then... if there's nothing else, I'll leave first!"
As she spoke, she grabbed her bag and ran desperately.
Julian Keaton seized Cecilia's wrist, "Who said you could leave?"
