She screamed at Jacob. Her familiar angry voice had a hint of coquettishness in it. "Pervert, where do you think you're grabbing?"
It was Rosalie's voice — he had not heard it in a long time.
"Rosalie, it's you." Jacob finally saw the face of the beautiful woman in his arms. She was angry and shy at the same time. It was Rosalie who had disappeared for a long time.
"Who else do you think it is?" Rosalie struggled for a moment, trying to break away from Jacob's arms. However, Jacob who had missed her for a long time, would not let her go easily. Not only did he not let go of her, he even held onto her even tighter.
"B*stard, aren't you going to let go of me?" Rosalie said in an angry tone.
"No. It took you so long to come back. I'm afraid that you'll run away as soon as I let you go." Jacob held her tightly. He took a deep breath of the delicate fragrance on her body and refused to let go.
"Let me go. I have something for you," Rosalie said.