Chapter 45 Taken Advantage of by Her

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Clara Knox instantly lost her composure.

How could he say such shameless words so righteously?

His hand lightly flicked around his waist, and his belt buckle automatically popped open, leaving his suit pants hanging loosely at his hips. His cold gaze was tinged with a hint of roguishness.

Clara realized he was serious.

She glanced back, but Aunt Lewis had somehow slipped away. How she wished she would come out now, even if just to fetch a glass of water from the cooler.

He was already taking off his pants, as if nothing would stop him from doing that thing.

"Shameless."

Clara turned her head, not daring to look in that direction.

He forcefully turned her face toward him, demanding eye contact.

"Kiss me!"

It was almost a command.

His intention was clear: to do it right there in the dining room.