Cannonade-style pursuit 3

Looking at Robert Taylor's smug smile, Amelia Wilson responded on a sarcastic note, "It isn't just your kiss that I like, you even think that I would marry you."

"I understand a woman's reaction very well. You might psychologically resist me, but your body doesn't resist me, in fact, it even welcomes me," Robert Taylor whispered in her ear.

The ticklish feeling, this damned man!

Amelia Wilson abruptly retreated, maintaining a safe distance from him, as if he was a cat in heat that would pounce at any moment.

"Robert, enough of the fooling around, we must know our limits. You know I'm not easy to bully, right? My sister has always been protective of me, if you bully me, it won't end well." Amelia Wilson was scared of him, afraid that she might succumb to his temptations.

She knew her own flaws, she still had pride deep down in her heart. She knew she could restrain herself, but she was not a strong-willed person and she was afraid she might give in to his temptations too easily.