The kiss came so suddenly and so violently that Emma was almost unable to withstand it.
When the men attacked the city and robbed the pond. . . After that, Emma was already panting. Her two little hands powerlessly pressed on his chest as she pleaded, "Archie, don't be like this. This is not our home. . ."
The corner of Archie's mouth curled into a smile. His voice was low and hoarse, "It is because this place is unfamiliar that you find it more exciting, right?"
Emma, ". . ."
She was just about to lose some face just now. She had already been provoked a long time ago.
Just as Emma was worried that Archie would really act recklessly, there was a knock on the door.
It was a maid from the presidential palace who brought over a suit.
"Young master Grafton, this dress is new. However, the quality might not be as good as the one Miss Emma is wearing." The maid said apologetically.