Mason King turned his head and saw Suzanne Trent's resentful eyes, meeting her gaze.
Before reminding her to retie her loosening bathrobe, the woman with disheveled hair knelt on the bed and suddenly lunged at him with a biting posture.
Just as Mason reached the side of the bed, Suzanne threw herself at him and then forcefully pushed him back.
Mason, fearing that she would fall off the bed, not only didn't plan to guard against her, but instead directly raised his arm to embrace her. In a flash, Susan unexpectedly overpowered him and pressed him down.
In the blink of an eye, Suzanne had Mason pinned beneath her, sitting on him with a queen-like attitude, holding him down.
Mason looked at her with lowered eyes.
Her bathrobe's belt had loosened significantly, but she had no awareness of it. As she held him down, her hand pressed heavily on his chest, staring at him condescendingly.
"Don't move!"
Queen Suzanne commanded arrogantly.
"What... do you want to do?"