As Annabelle wiped his mouth, she said with a smile, "Haven't you ever heard the saying?"
"What? That men love a bad girl?"
She was speechless. "…'Bad company corrupts good character.'"
Leona Grant was silent. `...`
'This scoundrel.'
The way they were positioned, her chest was pressed against his.
His gaze turned wicked, dropping to her chest. "Is that so? Let me just feel your conscience and see if that's really the case."
'We're in public! Could you have some shame?'
Annabelle slapped his hand away, scolding him with a frown, "Have some decency!"
His hand slid right inside her dress as he said nonchalantly, "I don't want any. Not interested."
Annabelle was speechless. `...`
'What on earth does decency have to do with being 'interested'?'
Not even wanting to waste words, Annabelle slapped his hand away again, but Leona Grant gently caught her wrist with his other hand.
