"Well... Don't get me wrong. It is my mother who forced me to take care of you. I took off your clothes to help you clean your body. I don't have any thoughts about you at all."
Breenda nodded with a serious expression.
Bentley had not sobered up yet. Breenda's words had given him a blow. "So, it's me who has no charm. Even though you took off my clothes, you still have no interest in me."
Breenda was speechless.
She thought, what does he mean? Does he hope that I can do something to him?
However, if I take advantage of him while he is drunk and try to seduce him, aren't I a hooligan?
Breenda stared at Bentley. She wanted to explain to him seriously, but she saw that his handsome face was flushed. His cold eyes were filled with melancholy as if he had been bullied.
Breenda thought, he is a little cute with such an expression.
She was in a daze when Bentley grabbed her wrist again.