Chapter 63: Who Really Loses?

Clara panted softly beneath him, "Edward, he's your uncle, how can you have such dirty thoughts?"

Edward let out a cold snort, "I have dirty thoughts? I'm a man, I know what men think. Don't make men seem too pure, like right now."

He easily spread her legs, and Clara instinctively clamped them shut.

"You, get out!"

Edward's throat released a light chuckle.

"Do you even hear what you're saying, can you take back an arrow that's already been shot? Clara, relax, don't resist me. You have to know that whether it's this door or your body, I can enter at any time, as long as I want."

His kisses were fierce and intense, not even giving her a chance to catch her breath.

The phone rang at an inopportune time.

He impatiently pressed the reject button with one hand, continuing with what he was doing.

In less than a minute, the phone rang again, seemingly relentless in getting through.

"Pho, phone."

Clara's voice was shattered by the force.