Aurora Blaine's thoughts were instantly interrupted.
She wanted to grab her phone, but Maverick Knight was holding her too tightly, she couldn't move.
The phone kept ringing continuously, vibrating until it shifted slightly.
Aurora spoke, "I'll take the call."
The phone's volume wasn't loud, but in the quiet living room it seemed very noisy, especially after the girl said that, the man was impatient, a hint of menace flashed in his eyes, even intending to smash that phone.
He still held her, softly said, "Don't answer it."
Aurora was a bit helpless, "You're drunk, get some rest, you'll feel better if you sleep."
Saying this, her hand moved slightly, wanting to escape from his embrace.
Feeling her movement, the man's grip tightened, even though Aurora wasn't a typical frail girl, at this moment in his arms, she was tightly constricted and felt pain.
